Lyrics The Birds - Telefon Tel Aviv, Matthew Dear

The Birds

The science of your days is laid bare
Boiling in the sun
For all the world to see
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains
The birds remind me of what we made
The birds remind me of what remains