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Love Song For The Birds In Our Backyard

 

Love Song For The Birds In Our Backyard

(album: Shelter - 2013)


Just like that, it was winter again here in the desert
In June, our house was empty
In September, it's filled with house guests
They're too punk or I'm too punk for words to come out
Sit here in the living room of our beautiful broken down house

I've been working so much lately
When I'm home, I feel like a stranger in a foreign country
Where can't speak the language of unemployment
Minor crimes and plans to get the hell out
I mutter fuck the police and lie down
In our beautiful broken down house

We were in the kitchen, it was the week you first moved in
And I said "we're glad to have you"
You shrugged "well it's here or a ditch..."
But thanks for dancing, thanks for singing and thanks for sticking around
And making a home with us here
In our beautiful broken down house

On my days off I like to sit on the roof and watch the traffic
There's my buddy Mick from the laundromat
Walking by looking pretty dope sick
Hell, I remember that walk but I haven't taken it for three years now
So Mickey, come here and lie down
In our beautiful broken down house

The last couple of weeks I know you've been having trouble breathing
And maybe truthfully, trouble with most things
But don't you worry if the pipes freeze and the power goes out
We'll just be friends who are cold, in the dark
Of our beautiful broken down house

Just like that, it's summer again here in Tucson
In March, our house is a jungle
In July, it's an abandoned parking lot
You move back to England, you move in seasons
You move where it's hip right now
I say fuck 'em all and lie down
In our beautiful broken down house

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