Bird

Bird

Music: Graham Guest & Moses Guest
Words: Graham Guest

Talk, talk, talking about it
It was a conversation
And it’s a little like
I’m making you up the way I want to
But we’re having some fun
The meaning is whatever it is, the way you want it
It’s not a competition though it’s
Certainly not perfection, but it’s automatic
Like your own reflection

The words are not connected
But I can understand
Because I do respect it
This bird in my hand

Walk, walk, walking around it
Do we have translation?
‘Cause it’s a little like
We’re making it up the way we want to
But we get the job done
The feeling is whatever it is whenever you have it
And the words always come ‘cause it’s
Certainly not perfection, but it’s automatic
Like your own reflection

The words are not connected
But I can understand
Because I do respect it
This bird in my hand