Oh, I don’t doubt the sound
Of the thunderstorm thrashing around
Tearing out the power lines right up from the ground
Right up from the ground, right up from the ground
Striking me down for my wickedness
And anyone else who might try to make sense of it
Right up from the ground, right up from the ground
Oh, that's the sort of sound I can’t bear to be around
Please don't let me be found out
Please don't let me be found
Songbirds, songbirds
Sing at 60 hertz
Trying to form the words
Sounds like a fairy tale at first
Songbirds, songbirds
Build the pressure
Up until it ruptures and bursts
Songbirds, songbirds
Telling me the history of the world
Oh, I can barely hear it anymore
All this talk of famine, death, and pestilence, and war
And all these words I’ve never heard before
And anyway, lately,I’ve just been getting bored
I am stuck in traffic
Singing to myself like it’s my only habit
Repeating mantras, trying to calm the panic
I am delineated
I am metabolic
I am fully functioning
If you ever want to come by and linger on it
Because I just can’t handle these consequences
Of living these lifetimes again and again
And again and again and again and again
And again and again and again and again
They tell me to put pressure to keep the wound closed
But maybe it’s good if I bleed I don’t know
And I’m talking too fast like I always do
I just can't help but get nervous when I'm with you
Oh, maybe that’s love but it’s hard to tell
I'm running on coffee and water and not all that much else
I know I can be such a prevaricating mess
But I just cannot handle these consequences
Of living each lifetime again and again
If I’m quiet I can hear them all start to sing
Softly at first as the thunder begins
And then louder again at the end of everything
Songbirds, songbirds
Sing at 60 Hertz
Trying to find the words
Songbirds, songbirds
Build the pressure up
Until it ruptures and bursts
Songbirds, songbirds
Never learned
Never learned, they never learned
Why they would ever seek shelter from the storm
Telling me stories of the end of the world
And all of these mysteries that come before
Well I don’t want to hear it anymore
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