Charlie Raphael-Campbell - Birds Lyrics

Blurry visions of the floor
As the rains eat at your head some more, and you
Well, you can't help but feel this particular way
Running raindrops down your neck
Drip through your clothes, your skin is wet, and you
You wait at the edge of the road
The birds in their trees
Turn and stare at me, and they
Follow me back home
But still
I feel that I walk alone
The sky is old, the day is new
A puddle of old mountain dew, and I'm
Well, I'm stuck to the edge of the road
Blurry visions of the sky
As my own raindrops fill my eyes
The pub locals in their glee
Turn and stare at me, and well
That's what they call home
But still
They feel that they drink alone
The birds in their trees
Turn and stare at me, and they
Trace my footsteps home
But still
They feel that they fly alone
But still
They feel that they fly alone
But still
They feel that they fly alone