Lovebird

Homesick for a place I've never been Chasing rest on river beds knowing I can't swim I can't find the perfect hymn to absolve me of all my sin I cry out- my soul falls in Speak to me in parables, sweet dreams, and fairy tales No I don't hear very well, when I don't like what's being said Lovebird, I'd rather be dead on my feet Than flying so low that I can't feel your wings Ever walked a mile in soulless shoes Ever had to smile and sing the blues Watched villains claim the victory and heroes have to lose (Well) Stayed up all night mourning your whole life all afternoon Speak to me in parables, sweet dreams, and fairy tales No I don't hear very well, when I don't like what's being said Lovebird, I'd rather be dead on my feet Than flying so low that I can't feel your wings No I can't feel your wings Shaking at the thought of all the things I've done And I'm breaking mirrors not to see the man that I've become But lovebird when I reach for you, you won't fly away or run You just land on my shoulder and bowl me over My Lovebird Lovebird, I'd rather be dead on my feet Lovebird, I'd rather be dead on my feet Lovebird, I'd rather be dead on my feet Than flying so low- that I can't feel your wings