birdhunter - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He's got everything I want

New apartment, old garage, guitars on the wall

And every night he dreams about a ship that goes to space

And it would take him away

I used to keep some birdseed in my bag

They were orbiting my brain, the ones who wanted to came back

Cause my head is like a highway full of vitriolic souls

All just trying to get home

Should I walk, or will I break?

The exit seems a million miles away

The warden locks me in my cage

When I feel a little reckless

Oh I’m terrified and brеathless

And the birds they keep surrounding mе

They coalesce and disagree

If one would come and comfort me

I wouldn't break the cycle

Oh I wish I had a flying machine

To coax me through the little things

And everyone would hunt for me

Like I'm one of the birds

The dice man’s crying on the train

With nothing but a suitcase and a bottle of champagne

The track betrays the roll and bumps the chances out of place

I guess he's lying to my face