Broken Birds

	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 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...