Birds

Holding my head, there's nothing that I know
Fine you told me so...
My head is a hive, and so be it that's why
Fine and I suppose
Your holding my hand, there ain't nothing to hold...
...Yet!

So don't let it get to you now.
No don't let it get to you now.

Over my head and everywhere I go
Fine you told me so...
My head is inclined to old and sinking boats
Crimes and chemicals
Holding my head
There ain't nothing to know
...Yet!

So don't let it get to you now.
And don't let it get to you now...
Now...