You watch from the darkness of the corridors, it’s going on outside again, the squealing and the wailing wind
Beats us why anyone would choose a life, but I can make a go at it, forget the way it starts and fits
Hold tight, it’s a long old fall from way up here and your time hasn’t come
Don’t mind if you keep the hero in your legs and the coward in your lungs
I have no tales to tell, the one I have I don’t tell all that well
I lost my way with words, became a Myna Bird
Tough love was pulling you this way and that but with the patience of a docking shop you guide a straight and narrow fit
For once I’d like to see the world the way of someone with the widest eyes but no one in their line of sight
Hold tight, it’s a long old fall from way up here and your time hasn’t come
Don’t mind if you keep the hero in your legs and the coward in your lungs
I have no tales to tell, the one I have I don’t tell all that well
I lost my way with words, became a Myna Bird