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
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