Mimicking Birds - Now and Then lyrics
[Mimicking Birds - Now and Then lyrics]
With the best intentions we might be okay
Depends on which side of one
Angle you glance from
Some envision more better ways
To cope with all the
Accumulation of material waste
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To an higher extent and leech on each way
You kids grow old
Into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirit's slope
And fade off in sour ways
And I was damned then and I am
I still am and I was
Me no, no, then i am
I still am, now and then
When our harm extends into the
Farther reaches of space
It takes twice as much time with
Each increment both ways in space
Well some depend on there
Being a better place
But lorn on accumulation in material waste
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To another extent and leech on in any way
Worn kids might grow old
And into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirit's slope
And fade off in other ways
I was them then and I am
I still am and I was
Me, no, oh, then i am
I still am, now and then
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To higher extent and leech on that way
You grow old into any other stranger
Whose worn spirit's slope
And fade off in sour ways
Depends on which side of one
Angle you glance from
Some envision more better ways
To cope with all the
Accumulation of material waste
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To an higher extent and leech on each way
You kids grow old
Into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirit's slope
And fade off in sour ways
And I was damned then and I am
I still am and I was
Me no, no, then i am
I still am, now and then
When our harm extends into the
Farther reaches of space
It takes twice as much time with
Each increment both ways in space
Well some depend on there
Being a better place
But lorn on accumulation in material waste
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To another extent and leech on in any way
Worn kids might grow old
And into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirit's slope
And fade off in other ways
I was them then and I am
I still am and I was
Me, no, oh, then i am
I still am, now and then
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To higher extent and leech on that way
You grow old into any other stranger
Whose worn spirit's slope
And fade off in sour ways