Paper Birds by The Slip Lyrics
Well, I often think about her when the night comes and I'm hugging the road
And I know I'll never trace her, I can barely begin to place her chronologically
Just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses, now less is much more to me
If I really think about it, it's all I ever think about
My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
Heh, when he's drunk
He's immaculate
Especially before noon
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed one that's more accurate
And I'll practice my aim
And I'll master my game
And I'll know my song well before it leaves my lips
When the lady finished crying, I knew I had to say something to comfort her
But all I've learned from love is that what you love can be what destroys you
Love's just a flower fading, congratulating your vanity's champion
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old
My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
And he's the last
Of a dying breed
The pharmacist with wings
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed one that's more accurate
And I'll take
These targets that I hit
They can go on
My refrigerator for all my friends to see
Your ivory caught, your salt white warm
Your swollen kiss, your absent strength
Your mothwing bite, your paper birds
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your gaze of grief, your twelve degrees
Your grieving moon, your red-dipped wings
Your underworld you're different from
No one beside your speaking bones
Your absent strength, your sleeping pale
Your almond trees, your woman's sex
Your special days, your grand valise
Your mom's not home, your body plays
Your rise and set, your mothwing bite
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your swollen kiss, your paper birds
You're different from, no one besides
And I know I'll never trace her, I can barely begin to place her chronologically
Just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses, now less is much more to me
If I really think about it, it's all I ever think about
My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
Heh, when he's drunk
He's immaculate
Especially before noon
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed one that's more accurate
And I'll practice my aim
And I'll master my game
And I'll know my song well before it leaves my lips
When the lady finished crying, I knew I had to say something to comfort her
But all I've learned from love is that what you love can be what destroys you
Love's just a flower fading, congratulating your vanity's champion
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed before I'm old
My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
And he's the last
Of a dying breed
The pharmacist with wings
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed one that's more accurate
And I'll take
These targets that I hit
They can go on
My refrigerator for all my friends to see
Your ivory caught, your salt white warm
Your swollen kiss, your absent strength
Your mothwing bite, your paper birds
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your gaze of grief, your twelve degrees
Your grieving moon, your red-dipped wings
Your underworld you're different from
No one beside your speaking bones
Your absent strength, your sleeping pale
Your almond trees, your woman's sex
Your special days, your grand valise
Your mom's not home, your body plays
Your rise and set, your mothwing bite
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your swollen kiss, your paper birds
You're different from, no one besides