Old World Sparrow

bitterly opened up like a daisy to the heat under lock and key is tasteless for dead men bittersweet she loved you labored dancing cheek to cheek his eye is the lust she is the blink Old World Sparrows fly slower do you feel your heart beat faster with me does it make your lungs breath my sour cherry tree she’s a lantern standing in the rain and sleet the dead men follow the theory of heat total security it’s sure you’ll see the more we age the better we used to be Old World Sparrows fly longer do you feel your heart beat faster with me does it make your lungs breath my sour cherry tree but when you sleep your backs face one another when you sleep your backs have strength in numbers when you sleep your backs face one another do you feel your heart beat my sour cherry tree but when you sleep your backs face one another when you sleep your backs have strength in numbers when you sleep your backs face one another do you feel your heart beat my sour cherry tree