Birdwatcher

Being the observer from who I would run I finally lay low in the grass Hear the air sing between dawn's cracks of sun And rest between vines of the past Existing and living gets hard on my lungs So I walk calm To sit far To see softer Thinking with grace about what I've become A birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher Pattern in movement, in flight, and in song But I wont interfere or react A soak in the silence, a bath in the pause No more is needed than that Existing and living gets hard on my lungs So I walk calm To sit far To see softer Thinking with grace about what I've become A birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) What you bury can come back up (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) I guess that I didn't dig deep enough (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) What you bury can come back up (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) I guess that I didn't dig deep enough (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) What you bury can come back up (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) I guess that I didn't dig deep enough (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) What you bury can come back up (Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher) I guess that I didn't dig deep enough Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher Birdwatcher, birdwatcher, birdwatcher