Birdland

Bring me back to Birdland
Hunting island dream
Malick wind cuts torso
Tilt my head back and hum
Age of innocence
Cafeteria bucks
Knee deep movie mushroom
Hiking on the bluffs
Can’t go back to Birdland
When life is one regret
Can’t go back to Birdland
Nothing makes any sense
I could try to live through love
Why can’t I live through love
Fluid satisfaction
Cat hair stuck in the rug
Down into the valley
Surrounded by the scum
No point in climbing out
When you’ve hurt everyone you love
Bring me back to Birdland
I can be the monk
What’s the point of existence
If not through truth or love