Текст: Brandtson. Other. Little Birds And Spiders.

Your eyes are full of worry
Your heart has wings like some angelic thing
(I'm feeling lonely)
And it occurs to me that all your favorite stories have
Written great happy endings
And you're high and circling
Tell me, do you think you'll ever come down again?
And I'll just wait between hospital visits
Counting close calls and your misses

My stomach's full of spiders
My heart has wings, just not the kind ya think
(Quit feeling lonely)
And it occurred to me that all my favorite writers aren't
Here today or insane
And you're off to better things
To find rare springs and conquer dreams
And I'll just sit here pulling out the stitches of
A tangle of arms and kisses
A tangle of arms and kisses
A tangle of arms and kisses

And you're flying gracefully
With bows full of air
And a heartbeat like the fluttering of little wings
And I'm living quietly under the stairs
In a web made up of part of you and part of me

And you're high and circling
Tell me, do you think you'll ever come down again?
And I'll just wait between hospital visits
Counting close calls and your misses
Counting close calls and your misses
Counting close calls and your misses

And you're flying gracefully
With bows full of air
And a heartbeat like the fluttering of little wings
And I'm living quietly under the stairs
In a web made up of part of you and part of me