flowers for the hidden girls & all who haunt us - shooting a bird | Текст песни

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• flowers for the hidden girls & all who haunt us
• shooting a bird

sleeping under a roof of her unholy father
i will empty out my soul into a bed and a daughter
staring at stars on the frozen reservoir
looking into the sky thinking it could end tonight
i've feared in realizing this memory will fade
keep your ideas will guide you when you lose your way
love that you'll give too, hopefully and learn
till i fall completely over what my mind has heard
toppling like a bird you shot when you were very young,
i'll slow dance in my memory with a bb gun
watch yourself now receive a wound and slowly die
for the words you love are waiting for you inside

what a world to know, it'll keep your hidden secrets
the only ones that ever seem to show
the good, the clean, the dirt, and the pure
and it never seems so easy to ever be so sure

you've got more than a backbone, gifted with god and all study your features and the world seems very small
only room for ideology and me, finding out what makes it good to be clean
grief and sorrow pain and joy, these our things we will know, everything will teach us because we found it so
body is a temple of this I'm sure, found my spirit lingering behind closed doors

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