Phone Machine

[Verse 1] So just hide under the family tree You can be my bride, cover yourself in cream She's gonna turn away, so throw her in the sea And I'll take your side when you got no phone machine [Verse 2] Shooting birds through a sewn, red, red memory Fly towards being a documental freak Squint her eyes to see she's somebody like me And I'II take your side when you got no phone machine [Chorus] Shoot your birds, take your pain Shoot your birds, take your pain [Verse 3] So just hide under your family tree You can be my bride, covеr yourself in cream She's gonna turn away, so picturе her in the sea And I'II take your side when you got no phone machine [Chorus] Shoot your birds, take your pain Shoot your birds, take your pain