Limits

One, two, three, four One, two, three Bird songs growing in your mouth Strange look out of your eyes now Breaks of open holes Not up your walls, not out of I should have known better than you I should have known what you had in mind Too scared to ask, but you know too soon All in a way And the hills smoke stars growing in the night They're all around Fragments of the sky I should have known better than you I should have known how, how fragile Too slow to call You cry far through the night No limit breakers Sleep cornered Speak low enough to feed I should have known better than you I should have known what you had in mind