Birds

          Am         F      C
I've held birds with broken wings
        Am     F        C
Between all my changing leaves
        Am                 F  
Keep my branches strong to hold 
        C
their perch
       Am                  F      
But my roots can't seem to quench 
   C
my thirst

[Instrumental]
Am  C     Am  F  C  G

[Verse 2]
        Am            F     C
And the birds hate us naked trees
         Am           F          
It's our honesty that makes them 
C
leave
          Am         F
While the dark flock hovers
C         G          Am      F 
Wondering what would help me 
      C
keep my big mouth shut

[Chorus]
    F             C       Am
And I will always tame my mind
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F                   C       Am
What hand grafts us to what vine?
F                  C    Am
While the stars quietly speak
   F    C
Of mystery
     F   C
Or futility
F                  C
Which will keep me steady on my 
feet?

[Instrumental]
Am  C     Am  F  C

[Verse 3]
         Am               F       
You have built nests from all of 
  C
my bark
        Am      F        C
For too long to tell us apart
       Am       F              C
But my branches always seem to break
       Am             F          
When I look for you inside their 
C
shapes

[Chorus]
        F                C        
And the earth will never tame its 
Am
mind
F                    C       Am
What foot crushed us to what wine?
F                C     Am
While the ocean loudly speaks
    F      C
Of creativity
   F   C
Or vanity
    F                  C
But which will keep me steady on my 
feet?

[End]
                   C       F  
But they say, "You ask too many 
  C
questions
              F    G     Am
You start too many fires
             F      C
You dream of resurrection
    F          C         G    C
But you're too scared to die"