Birds - Stories Untold

I thought the gospel said that angels only came down from heaven

So when you looked in my eyes

I was terrified

I never met a body that was as holy as yours

And I certainly never thought I’d fall in love with your voice

But God has a sense of humor that can ruin a man

He could cut a couple strings that hold together his head

But you and I made sense to me

Yeah, you and I made sense to me

Don’t you hold your breath.

You were never mine

Just the sun at home when it never shined

You were the photograph in my pocket

Just the photograph in my pocket

I’m sorry that I dropped off from the edge of the world

But you’ve been quiet so I thought that was the end of it all

You’ve been busy all the time so could you tell me you’re well?

These past few weekends now have gotten heavy as hell

But you and I made sense to me

Yeah, you and I made sense to me

Don’t you hold your breath.

You were never mine

Just the sun at home when it never shined

You were the photograph in my pocket

Just the photograph in my pocket

When you use up all your lipstick

And you ruin your mascara

On a man who doesn’t get you

And in the morning he ain’t with you

I hope you think of what you’re worth

And know that you need better

Because I thought you’d get it back

Yeah, you can keep that sweater

But you and I made sense to me

Yeah, you and I made sense to me

Don’t you hold your breath.

You were never mine

Just the sun at home when it never shined

You were the photograph in my pocket

Just the photograph in my pocket

Don’t you hold your breath.

You were never mine

Just the sun at home when it never shined

You were the photograph in my pocket

Just the photograph in my pocket