death cab for cutie – Talking Like Turnstiles scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 One, two, three, four Oh, my talking bird Though you know so few words They’re on infinite repeat Like your brain can’t keep up with your beak And you’re kept in an open cage So you’re free to leave or stay And sometimes you get confused Like there is a hint that I’m trying to give you The longer you think The less you’ll know what to do It’s hard to see your way out When you live in a house in a house ‘Cause you don’t realize That the windows were open the whole time But, oh, my talking bird Though your feathers are tattered and furled I’ll love you all the days Till the breath leaves your delicate frame It’s all here for you As long as you choose to stay, hey It’s all here for you As long as you don’t fly away