You asked me what I want from you
the answers simple just be true
don’t go hiding behind a face
for the sake of winning the race
I’m looking for a place to hide
to mend my jagged little mind
to fluff the pillows in my head
a place to lie in peace undead
When I knock wood
once twice three times
I remember reading all the signs
that led me right up into you
the sparrow swallowed up the truth
and now she’s back with mended wings
singing songs riding the wind.