Feeding the Birds and Hoping for Something in Return

He sees streets waiting for him to decide

Forcing directions on the air

Insisting

And he wants to move it up

And he wants to move across anything, just anything

In a city that rumbles like an impatient child

He hears everything

And I know the sound of panic

And I know emergency

And I know I planned it like a battle

When I'm done shaking, I'll be simple

He hears trees talking about the wind or something

And he can't remember waking up

So he refuses to believe that he ever was asleep

And he's exhausted

He sits under a tree

Feeding the birds and hoping for something in return

And I hate the silence in here

It's all emergency

And I know I planned it like a battle

When I'm done shaking, I'll be

I'll be simple

I'll be simple, simple, simple

Simple, simple, simple, yeah

And he sees the buildings waiting

He sees them tired and leaning on each other

But all the words I had escaped

And all the things I saw, I shape

And I'm forgetting everything faster

Than I can remember what I'm missing

I'm missing everything

I'm missing everything

I'm missing everything

I'm missing everything

And I know I planned it like a battle

Yeah, but I know I planned it like a battle

Yeah, but I know I planned it like a battle

When I'm done shaking, I'll be...