No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
No Bird Sing
Chorus:
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
So I never had to settle on a target
Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun
And write a letter to the genie in my pocket
That said I wish I had 99 lives
Or at least a little more time with this one
I want permission to feel okay
With the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter
Verse:
Lock up the wild thoughts and tie ‘em up in a cell
Tell me it’s just as well I should leave ‘em alone/
If I gave ‘em a home or even a spare measure of space/
They might take to the message’s drone that it’s fine now/
May even like it better this way ‘ with the light’s out
I can see the hand on their faces
Saying I wish I knew the settler’s name/
When I sent my only blanket to his grave as a statement
Got sick with the allegory
Built this mosh pit with a slick twist on a sad story
Bad for me to think right?/
Best if I se-date
While I’m asleep
You slip the poison on my plate
I don’t wanna eat this
And I don’t like you
So leave me alone
Sometimes I think I could bite you
You seem to know me
Or at least what my name is
But I don’t even have a name for you
Chorus:
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
So I never had to settle on a target
Then I figured I could dip my feather in the sun
And write a letter to the genie in my pocket
That said I wish I had 99 lives
Or at least a little more time with this one
I want permission to feel okay
With the way that my lungs burn straight through the winter
Verse:
I spend my days looking for paper planes folded in glass bottles
I’ll die a hypocrite if I don’t let one fly tomorrow
Been infinite for a minute now I don’t have to fake it
Found escape in all the right places
Man you are sacred
Tombstone epitaph running fast in and outta Babylon/
Woman you are kin to god ‘ Both of us are Indigo/
Never listen otherwise ‘ We’re the ones that see the fingerprints on a silver sky/
Oh I hope you know what you are doing to me
Chewing the ropes ‘ I’m starting to see some beautiful things
Tap your feet two times for no/
Or one times for leave me alone inside of this blindfold
When I was little all I wanted was a big big gun
Guns For Planes was written by Joe Horton.