Birds — текст песни (Over The Rhine)

fall on me
fall on me

birds of a feather and a featherless cap
poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat
moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth
we dance on the tracks of a train called youth

truth`s on the table like a toxic spill
and we wrestle in the sheets with our own freewill
if we never shake hands with a phantom called fame
I`ll still have your picture in a picture frame

if you should fall
fall on me

forty-acre farm we can call our own
with a chocolate lab and no telephone
the full moon`s leering in a lover`s swoon
and the apple tree`s swaying to a windy tune

(save me I`m falling for you)

but we won`t get to heaven if we just sit still
if we don`t cry murder maybe no one will
we`re riding tandem down Sycamore hill
if we hit the brakes we`re gonna take a big spill

if you should fall
fall on me

and if my hand were taken hold of
I`d slip away with you love
slip away with you love