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
