Birds - Apparat

Your head’s

a busy place

A port for

thoughts coming back

Like ships flown

overseas

While swarms of birds

passing by

If I could

catch a thought sometime

I’d put it

in a safe place

To the elements

I’ve got

And next time I would check

it would be gone

'Til single spark ignites it

to new light

'Til single spark ignites it

to new light

'Til single spark ignites it

to new light

And it comes back to you;

finally getting through

Your heart’s

a messy place

A giant

garbage dump

for all the feelings

you can’t handle

That’s where you

bury all of them

and wait 'til they decay

'Til single spark ignites them

to new light

'Til single spark ignites them

to new light

'Til single spark ignites them

to new light

And they come back to you;

finally getting through