Counting Birds - Wave Machines

Dont look

Dont think

Dont speak dont try

Dont smile dont care

Dont reply

Disband your plan is to question why

You are a company man

Sit tight

Grip lights

Spit shoe shine bright

Count days that we face feels real life like

Squint eyes

See hearts and brake lights

And they’re starting to dance

Heaven comes seven at a time

Dressed in metal

With a face of feathers

They cast white shadows as they climb

I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

If you could sure feel

Look to the news line

In the sands

We could sketch out a real design

Three strokes and you’ve got to cross 'a peace sign'

Its not the company plan

Slap back

There are streaks that they need you to pound

Smash your feet through the concrete and into the ground

Be a piece of a part of the background

Shake my hand

Heaven comes seven at a time

Dressed in metal

With a face of feathers

They cast white shadows as they climb

I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

Heaven comes seven at a time

Dressed in metal

With a face of feathers

They cast white shadows as they climb

I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

My 'skirt' was blue grey blue grey

Won’t catch my drifting away

Ahhhhh

I’ve closed the spork its hand made

Won’t catch my drifting away

Ahahahahahahahah

You hear rolling drums when you grind your teeth

It’s too fast trying to march to your heart beat

Loves in your blood but it runs much too deep

I’m silent as hell

Heaven comes seven at a time

Dressed in metal

With a face of feathers

They cast white shadows as they climb

I sat counting birds with a friend of mine

Heaven comes seven at a time

Dressed in metal

With a face of feathers

They cast white shadows as they climb

I sat counting birds with a friend of mine