Fed - Made Out Of Babies

It’s just a little bit quiet

And the air is sweet and so cold and now it’s just getting started running

straight to my head

Drown in here shuffles of dry ing straw that’s got my full attention it goes to

work heading straight to my head when

I did you wrong and all those words not quite light as lead

It’s right up front and fed

All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds made straight for my head

But the window was closed and shutting down tight

But you stayed sweet to the end and straight through the end

Had all those words not quite light as lead and broke down

Instead and wild and red not quite light as lead running straight to the end

It’s right up front and fed