Ben Howard - Untitled lyrics
[Ben Howard - Untitled lyrics]
Birch tree lost it's branch one
Day in violent winter
I said it was grieving
You said it don't feel nothing
I bet you think everything's
In it's rightful place
That sentiment is man's disgrace
Well the rooks in the trees
They don't half bother me
Clawing at my mind with
Every given opportunity
It's spring outside, a perilous sky
And that terrible clattering sound
Fuck it you said
You should go shoot them down
So hey that's me
Shooting at a hundred year old rookery
Oh look at me the definition of futility
It's what you say anyway
So I'll go back to working through
The gentle hours of the evening
Where the weather and the wine and
The company treats me easily
Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind
Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind
Day in violent winter
I said it was grieving
You said it don't feel nothing
I bet you think everything's
In it's rightful place
That sentiment is man's disgrace
Well the rooks in the trees
They don't half bother me
Clawing at my mind with
Every given opportunity
It's spring outside, a perilous sky
And that terrible clattering sound
Fuck it you said
You should go shoot them down
So hey that's me
Shooting at a hundred year old rookery
Oh look at me the definition of futility
It's what you say anyway
So I'll go back to working through
The gentle hours of the evening
Where the weather and the wine and
The company treats me easily
Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind
Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind