Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birthmark
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Kinsella
Songwriter
Lyrics
Everything you sense is just a bend
Or a curve
Every deviance be it tremor
Or a breath
Is a stray from the potential path
It remains a mystery
That you could not know
You are a stranger
To the cultures of most
See how the children
Tried to embrace the flightless bird
They couldn't yet form words
But I could sense what they had wanted to say
I'm only trying to translate
And the room that you're in
It must not let sense in
Of all the futures to visit
I'll be there dangling off of the end
The most bent branch on the tree
You can't miss me
May other beings brush up against me
How could you not know
You are a stranger
To the cultures of most
See how the children
Tried to embrace the flightless bird
They couldn't yet form words
But I could sense what they had wanted to say
I'm only trying to translate
Written by: Nate Kinsella
