One, two, three, four

One, two, three

Bird songs growing in your mouth

Strange look out of your eyes now

Breaks of open holes

Not up your walls, not out of

I should have known better than you

I should have known what you had in mind

Too scared to ask, but you know too soon

All in a way

And the hills smoke stars growing in the night

They're all around

Fragments of the sky

I should have known better than you

I should have known how, how fragile

Too slow to call

You cry far through the night

No limit breakers

Sleep cornered

Speak low enough to feed

I should have known better than you

I should have known what you had in mind