LYRIC FOR SALE

By Shebot

This isn’t war. I’ve run out of words. There’s nothing more to say. Like paper airplanes, ready to launch. Head in the clouds, no backing down. We spiral every time. We crash and burn ‘cause we’ve said it all before. Woe betide we do it some more. Tell it to the birds. Actions speak louder than words.

Intuition for the repetition is about to explode. By definition your superstition controls the pattern of thought. Drop the microphone. It’s not like we haven’t been here before. Wake up and leave well alone. Stop the charade. Give me space. Tell it to the birds. Actions speak louder than words.

Words mean nothing without actions galore. A glutton for food for thought. I’m starving because we dine alone. Near or far, where are you in that head of yours? Express to me integrity, sincerity, instead of the belly of the beast Mercy, tell it to the birds, ’cause actions speak louder than words.

Stored in the corners of my mind, distant memories come back to me like a whisper in the wind. Does my head betray me if I only remember you being unkind? And honestly, could it be the language of love leaves me deaf, dumb and blind? Lost in the passage of time? I’ll tell it to the birds because your actions are too hard to find.

Intuition…tell it to the birds.
Superstition…tell it to the birds.
Like Paper Aeroplanes…actions speak louder than words
Whisper in the wind…too hard to find.
Tell it to the birds (x2)
Actions speak louder than words (to fade)