Birds of prey by A Small Victory
we havent burned these bridges for the last time so i'll get the gas,
you bring the matches.
we can dowse these threads on our backs.
no longer birds of prey we are just fuel for this fire.
this is gone...it feels so wrong yet sometimes it feels so right.
this is gone on for to long baby.
i broke your heart when the winds go colder,
broke my neck explaining things i cant explain.
back and forth,
its always back and forth when it comes to you and i.