New Ornithology Paroles

And slow I slide
Into a dream
And it curled around my lungs
And set me singing
Like a little bird in spring
Like a little bird in spring

It started in my feet
Then took my blood
And wound up
In my brain
As if a radio played fever
Back to back
Among the static in my dreams
And slow I dive
Into a deeper sea
While I was juggling cannonballs
Everyone would catch them at my feet
They'd catch them at my feet

While they sleep
At night I roam
The subways deep

And from above
A siren rings
My hunger sweeps
A path for me

So long I roam so long
So long I roam so long