I'm quite scared Your pelican's been eating all my pigeons Do you recall coming home to Counting Crows sing alongs and shouting every word? Falling asleep Counting every bird knowing in the morning that lake's waiting for us I've been losing my clothes on the shore I wish her waves would bring us back those days that we once chased away We staggered up my street to sand between my sheets The ceiling quaked and the floor boards all shake underneath
And I can't take the coming cold I can feel it in my bones What good is a bird if the bird can't fly I'm still stuck here and I don't know why In the evening you often like to a tree to find some shelter in it's shadow underneat