Beautiful Birds Flying - Valley Maker

Cutting off the light

Like I would an engine

Walking through the night like I’ve gone missing

Missing from the place I live

Missing from my brain I guess

Looking for some good in another’s hand

Looking for a life I could understand

There’s violence in the ways I left

Violence in the way again

Even then, you come in nightly

Even in a dream I’d spun

Even in the summer sun

I could not run

Glistening or faded

I’m sitting where it all began

I gave up on a promised land

But you were my friend

Aging, now I feel it

It’s always slipping through my hands

It wasn’t what I thought back then

When beautiful birds were flying

Beautiful birds were flying

Circles in the sky, I’m finding

My way with them

Looking at the sky for an opening

Looking for some life on an empty screen

There’s violence in the ways I live

Violence on my mind, trace it

So I’m turning on the light when I let you in

I open up my mind with a new question

Now how could you possibly be?

Now what could you possibly need?

Nothing, now I face it

There’s nothing on the other side

I want to live inside your life

With violence on my only mind

When beautiful birds were flying

Beautiful birds were flying

Circles in the sky, I’m finding

My way with them