We Saw Birds Through The Hole In The Ceiling
The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
Burn the oil from the desert
Hire a driver so you can get some sleep
By the time they realize we’ve gone
There’s far too many hoops to leap
A gust of wind behind you whistling
The tune is one your ear remembers
Forgetting how fast dead grass engulfs
Soon we will walk back on the embers
Saw birds through the hole in the ceiling
Felt the arms around me tight
By the time they realize we’re gone
Fire will be the only light
Bark won’t make a wound
There’s an axe for you
Bark won’t make a wound
There’s an axe for you
Bark won’t make a wound
There’s an axe for you
Bark won’t make a wound
There’s an axe for you
Soon, we will walk back on the embers
Soon, we will walk back on the embers
