I should know better than this
Better than to cage that bird with the door unlatched
I know her song, it's simple and quiet
A melody to ease your wear under stained glass skies
But I don't know how to fight one more war
By and by, I hope that you show,
And lead it down a long, rock path to that field below
Where we used to want
Where we would lament
Over every nighttime spent without lover's arms
But I don't know how to fight one more war
I should know better than this
Better than to cage that bird with the door unlatched
