Just like St. Francis
The little birds come
Lonely for a little warm
You give them your music
But they just want a song
Oh, no, I`ll never learn
But I`d make beautiful sounds
I`d lay you down like a lover would
My pride, still standin` straight
But looking back
I wasn`t so brave
I wasn`t so brave
Flying through tunnels
At the mouth of New York
Sometimes, I belong here
But it`s funny how leaving
Turns the emptiness up
The hole you never heard before
Oh, I laugh in my hands
A kiss from that man
Like a melody
My pride still standing
Looking tall
But looking back
I wasn`t brave at all
I wasn`t brave at all
Was I?
I`d make beatiful sounds
I`d lay you down like a lover would
On the phone, I started to say
But then I stopped
I used to be brave
I used to be brave
Here`s hoping next time, we`ll get it right
?S. Slean