Dan Cox - & Bird lyrics

She moved like the pouring rain… … I may not see her again… But ain't these stories all the same? - This game is so lame… Like an anvil on my brain Weighing down this train… … again. But this time I won't forget her name. Chasing fame is how your wings turn to flames. She says she wants to sore, and that less is more… She leaves but she don't say a word. But she's fine, or so I've heard. All I wanna know are the magic words to catch this bird… I am solidified by what she'd sow. I am castracized by the games she played. I was mortified by the lengths she'd go. And now I'm ostracised by what I know. But I'm live where she's concerned. But I don't mind, ‘cause I've been burned. What tables do I have to turn. To catch this bird?…