Paper Bird - Language lyrics
[Paper Bird - Language lyrics]
Coloured pencils, cigarettes
Postcards, a burn deep in the flesh
And affection towards old photography
The words that explain history
The meaning of the mother tongue
Written in concrete all along
Red skin from salt water winds
Seashell houses, a distant ringing
Is telling me constantly
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
Comic books and songs that sound
Like stomping your feet on the ground
And howling at a painted moon
In a picture book in the afternoon
Right before teenage tabloid press
In the back of the car
With arms outstretched
Across the rugged and rocky coast
It looks so small with one eye closed
But grows as I grow every year
There's a whisper in the atmosphere
And I learn and learn as I repeat
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
And I learn and learn as I repeat
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
Flower patterns on the walls
The smell of summer down the hall
A story to everything there is
Cut-off heads and doors in crooked trees
Plastic bags for plastic food
I'm pale with a smirk, under the hood
I feel like a bird on a leash
But right now it's good enough for me
And here's the church and here's the steeple
Open the door and see all the people
Close the door and hear them pray
Turn around and walk away
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
Postcards, a burn deep in the flesh
And affection towards old photography
The words that explain history
The meaning of the mother tongue
Written in concrete all along
Red skin from salt water winds
Seashell houses, a distant ringing
Is telling me constantly
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
Comic books and songs that sound
Like stomping your feet on the ground
And howling at a painted moon
In a picture book in the afternoon
Right before teenage tabloid press
In the back of the car
With arms outstretched
Across the rugged and rocky coast
It looks so small with one eye closed
But grows as I grow every year
There's a whisper in the atmosphere
And I learn and learn as I repeat
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
And I learn and learn as I repeat
I'm drowning in the language of good memories
Flower patterns on the walls
The smell of summer down the hall
A story to everything there is
Cut-off heads and doors in crooked trees
Plastic bags for plastic food
I'm pale with a smirk, under the hood
I feel like a bird on a leash
But right now it's good enough for me
And here's the church and here's the steeple
Open the door and see all the people
Close the door and hear them pray
Turn around and walk away
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories
There's rain and fog out on the sea
And I'm drowning in the
Language of good memories