In my mind, not enough birds have died In the shadow of this one's customAnd I'm not unwell, but I'm here at ease With all the buttons still left to sewThrough needles I see me sharper than I see myselfSo you should stitch me in to stop me from bleedingAnd education can be fickle, I think Sometimes the more you learn, the more you loseA sense of what you think you knowA bit of a struggle, a bit of a struggleAbout the buttons still left to sewAnd I'm outside myself more and more these daysSo you should stitch my skin to stop me from bleedingAll over this fresh song and IAcknowledge all the corners and all the freshly painted wallsThe better for the scars since they're patched up and open nowBut I was born of minors and I'm designed to chip awayTunnel into the darkBut why must it always come down to some unseen contender?I don't knowWhen hatchlings all we are just battle in the whitewashBirds above, sharks belowThough I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten meI'd still leave them alone, I'd still leave them aloneI'm just a soft shell to the beaks of grownEvery now and then a tempest blowsClosing the veneer I keep, it comes unsungBut will you ever read me well?I can only assume soI am buoyant like a flotsam manRelegated by the waves to landThey draw me like a brittle boneWe're rated like a polished stoneWhy must it always come down to some unseen contender?I don't knowWhat a hatchling's all we areJust paddling the whitewashed birds aboveSharks belowThough I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten meI still leave a soft shell to the beaks of crowsWhy must it always come down to some unseen contender?I don't knowWhat a hatchling's all we areJust paddling the whitewashed birds aboveSharks belowThough I feel empathy towards the ones who threaten meI still leave a soft shell to the beaks of crowsThat's what you oughta knowI've seen them smashed on the reeds belowSubtitles by the Amara.org communitySubtitles by the Amara.org community