Birds

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

[Instrumental]
Am  C     Am  F  C  G

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

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

[Chorus]
        F                C        Am
And the earth will never tame its 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    C
But they say, "You ask too many 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"