Birds

I'm a believer with a fifty year-old gold watch
I am nothing but a social client case
Making every murder to a high pitched podcast
Only living in those recordings that we made
I'm eating very slow at my best friends birthdays and
I dont even now what day it really is it
Making up stories just to have a conversation doesn't really help that

I cant catch a word you're
I can't catch a word you're saying
I can't catch a word you're saying

Counting every day and calling my parents
Just to let them now what I really think about
Modern ideas and Norwegian black metal
I was twelve and you were working very late
Noisy black birds flying back to their hometown
I'm sorry for your loss, hope the funeral was great!
It's too late to run but I'm still trying
I can't believe you're dead, in October you were flying

I can't catch a word you're saying
I can't catch a word you're saying
I can't catch a word you're saying

Took five hundred years
To find something to believe in
So if I could find
Something we could use to make everything look cooler
It's something for the future
It's something for the future
It's something for the future