Brendan Benson

Bird's Eye View

Brendan Benson


This is only a bird's eye view of how I 
See things between me and you 
And everyone in between 
It's just how it seems to be 
You can't escape the jails 
Or the crucifier's nails 
So just have a seat 
Breathe slowly and deeply 
Repeat after me: i'm sorry 
The tv's always on 
And if you press your ear to the wall 
You can hear you can hear 
The tears hit the floor 
You can see right through to the core 
If you just wear these special glasses 
I've got a theory 
About the man and his wife 
And how the other half dies 
And what really goes on when they're all alone 
So dress your sons and daughters 
In neutral colors and pray 
So dress your sons and daughters 
In neutral colors and pray