There's consequences I'm scared to taste
Cold hard truths I can't face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass 

And everywhere I look 
there's something to learn
A sliver of truth 
from every bridge we burn
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
Don't answer 
the question of where we belong

How come birds 
Don't fall from the sky when they die?
How come birds
Always look for a quiet place
to hide
These words
Can't explain what I feel inside?
Like birds
I need a quiet place
to hide

These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark

And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils
and a self help guru
Don't answer the question of what I am to you