Standard (EADGBE)
Young red bird they're just natural feelings
i can't keep from changing my brains bending my wants with
my rights are my friends still half right and should i keep them seperate
from me it's unclear then i get a cold can i get a light
there's a certain type
of easy pace that's what we need to make it..
then i talk to your breath and we enjoy the air
and i creep on your chest to the hut i have where
i pluck a few notes on the strands of your hair
and i'm singing to you what to do if i'd ask you to make funny faces with me
in the mirror of the bathroom.