Songbirds - Ben Thornewill

Somebody’s standing

Alone in a room

Wondering how on earth

They’re gonna get through

Like songbirds in the city air

They’re not gonna make it

Twenty-seven days

Alone in this room

And I’ve been staring at the wall

Trying to find shapes resembling you

Like songbirds in the city air

I’m not gonna make it

And I do care but it hurts too much

And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard

And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part

Oooh

Twenty-seven years

To find you

Will that be twenty-seven wasted years

If we don’t see this through

Like songbirds in the city air

I’m not gonna make it

And I do care but it hurts too much

And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard

And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part

And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part

Mmm

The day’s getting quiet

And the world is getting calm

So why am I shaking?

I guess it means I don’t belong

Like songbirds in the city air

I’m not gonna make it

And I do care but it hurts too much

And I worry that it’s gonna get too hard

And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part

And if I’m not what you need, I promise I’ll play the part