Mimicking Birds - Rivers, Veins, and Roots lyrics
[Mimicking Birds - Rivers, Veins, and Roots lyrics]
All my friends are vultures, in a way
When I'm not dead they fly away
Circling 'round some other still-living prey
Waiting for them to crawl
So they can eat their face
And in the salty underground everywhere
There's more roots than I can bear
And growing down and around some
Past's preserved mastodon's hair
I'm sure the archaeologists knew
That their souls were still there, too
And all these species' secrets
Left in the slate a new fate we await
So spawn the industrial age
But all our basic concepts basically say
That it's all relatively arranged
In such familiar ways
Well the new someday soon run away from me
Draw one more scar hard on my heart
The flesh is much stronger where
It's been torn once like an arc weld holds
Holds things together until they're apart
And all my friends are vultures in a way
When I'm not alive they hover over and away
Fluttering around this carcass just
Casually eating my brains
No feathers on their heads
No flesh left on my face
And in the shifty underground everywhere
There's a few more roots than
I can really bear but on the surface the
Light's wide open where the water runs too
Like the roots do
And I knew someday the ruin
Might be built by me
Just one more stone stacked ridiculously high
The solid is much weaker where
It's been worn some by the weather's low
Low pressure zones
When I'm not dead they fly away
Circling 'round some other still-living prey
Waiting for them to crawl
So they can eat their face
And in the salty underground everywhere
There's more roots than I can bear
And growing down and around some
Past's preserved mastodon's hair
I'm sure the archaeologists knew
That their souls were still there, too
And all these species' secrets
Left in the slate a new fate we await
So spawn the industrial age
But all our basic concepts basically say
That it's all relatively arranged
In such familiar ways
Well the new someday soon run away from me
Draw one more scar hard on my heart
The flesh is much stronger where
It's been torn once like an arc weld holds
Holds things together until they're apart
And all my friends are vultures in a way
When I'm not alive they hover over and away
Fluttering around this carcass just
Casually eating my brains
No feathers on their heads
No flesh left on my face
And in the shifty underground everywhere
There's a few more roots than
I can really bear but on the surface the
Light's wide open where the water runs too
Like the roots do
And I knew someday the ruin
Might be built by me
Just one more stone stacked ridiculously high
The solid is much weaker where
It's been worn some by the weather's low
Low pressure zones