Song | Broken Birds |
Artist | Jane Siberry |
Album | Teenager |
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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... |