and I know what that means

is the conquest more important

than the pleasure 

if so then I concede 

 

Please don't try to impress me 

with the trophies of your past victories 

I don't want to know the score 

I just want to know you 

   

So come on and let those dark birds  

the ones that hide inside your eyes 

just let 'em fly away 

   

Last week I caught you gazing 

at the ocean through my kitchen window  

has your ship come into port

 

I know it's been a while  

since we really talked to each other  

so many words about conditions

on the surface of our lives 

you say, "what can I do about anything?" 

but I think you feel that way about us too 

   

Oh, come on and let those dark birds 

the ones that hide inside your eyes 

just let 'em fly away 

let 'em fly away 

let 'em fly away

let ‘em

fly

away— 

  

 

Dark Birds 

 

I remember your eyes were green 

but now I can't see past the glare 

you've got crows in them again

  

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