Birds
Lyrics
Oh, it's cold Arrive in your favorite clothes Bathe me dry With private, patient eyes Sailing out Toward nothing plagued with doubt Safe, and stoned I fly on my paper bones Pray to grow Sky's the limit Afraid to pose In light When you hold me close I fall like the patient snow
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:02
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 75 BPM