Babybird

Iceberg

Babybird


I found an iceberg floating in my soul. 
It was always there until the sun went up my hole, 
to find a little warmth from the cold, cold world, 
to find a little warmth from the cold world. 
On the ice, I skidded and swirled, 
until my toes curled up around the idea that I'm a boy and you're a girl. 
I found a house falling down inside your head. 
I picked up a brick and made sugar flow from my head. 

It's hard to know what I mean when you're so damnably sweet. 
I miss you like madness and happy feet. 
The feet that danced, skipped and skated, 
every time we interrelated.