| Song | Broken Birds |
| Artist | Jane Siberry |
| Album | Teenager |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you | |
| and you find me kind | |
| you find me tall | |
| you find me crazy like you | |
| and while I fight my own words | |
| you're off saving those broken birds | |
| sometimes I wonder if you'll survive | |
| we are kindred spirits but not kindred people | |
| in this world for now | |
| we are both too strong we are both too weak | |
| we are both too young | |
| so you go sing your songs | |
| and I'll go sing mine | |
| but I never really go away | |
| no, I never really go away | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don't burn | |
| I hear the echo of our voices | |
| hopeful in the church of the morning sun | |
| asking - how far away from love are we? | |
| are we far enough to keep us apart? | |
| oh, I really really really don't know | |
| you said - come to the window | |
| I said - no you don't | |
| we promised we'd never sing of pain or of losing | |
| or how beautiful people look when they are dying | |
| but clichés come so easily | |
| and your tears run through me again and again | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don't burn | |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you... |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you | |
| and you find me kind | |
| you find me tall | |
| you find me crazy like you | |
| and while I fight my own words | |
| you' re off saving those broken birds | |
| sometimes I wonder if you' ll survive | |
| we are kindred spirits but not kindred people | |
| in this world for now | |
| we are both too strong we are both too weak | |
| we are both too young | |
| so you go sing your songs | |
| and I' ll go sing mine | |
| but I never really go away | |
| no, I never really go away | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don' t burn | |
| I hear the echo of our voices | |
| hopeful in the church of the morning sun | |
| asking how far away from love are we? | |
| are we far enough to keep us apart? | |
| oh, I really really really don' t know | |
| you said come to the window | |
| I said no you don' t | |
| we promised we' d never sing of pain or of losing | |
| or how beautiful people look when they are dying | |
| but cliche s come so easily | |
| and your tears run through me again and again | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don' t burn | |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you... |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you | |
| and you find me kind | |
| you find me tall | |
| you find me crazy like you | |
| and while I fight my own words | |
| you' re off saving those broken birds | |
| sometimes I wonder if you' ll survive | |
| we are kindred spirits but not kindred people | |
| in this world for now | |
| we are both too strong we are both too weak | |
| we are both too young | |
| so you go sing your songs | |
| and I' ll go sing mine | |
| but I never really go away | |
| no, I never really go away | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don' t burn | |
| I hear the echo of our voices | |
| hopeful in the church of the morning sun | |
| asking how far away from love are we? | |
| are we far enough to keep us apart? | |
| oh, I really really really don' t know | |
| you said come to the window | |
| I said no you don' t | |
| we promised we' d never sing of pain or of losing | |
| or how beautiful people look when they are dying | |
| but cliché s come so easily | |
| and your tears run through me again and again | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| forget those broken birds | |
| I know you hear me | |
| you always hear me | |
| on the run to the sun | |
| your kind will get far | |
| if you don' t burn | |
| holding your amber to the light | |
| I see centuries of you... |