Blue drops crawling
Tongue is hardened
Not a simple thing to look away
It's just this feeling
We are the real thing
And I won't stop until you sway
What is this I see before my eyes
Your face in mine
Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
Born to die high birds of a feather
I know a piece of something wise
All comes apart but is always together
Silent not to slip away
It does no good to turn away
Come in close to the mirror's eye
Reap the stark face of morning time
I have to believe
There is a reason
Something to being here still
When I get to hold you
And be proud of you
That brings me back to myself
What is this I see before my eyes
Your face in mine
Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
Born to die high birds of a feather
I know a piece of something wise
All comes apart but is always together
Silent not to slip away
It does no good to hide away
Come in close to the mirror's eye
Reap the stark face of morning time
White washed webs of afterthoughts swim deep
Distilled in sorrow
Tear me apart if it makes you feel better
Born to die high birds of a feather
I know a piece of something wise
All comes apart but is always together
Silent not to slip away
It does no good to hide away
Come in close to the mirror's eye
Reap the stark face of morning time