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Mgmt - Of Moons Birds Y Monsters Holy Ghost Remix Lyrics

[Chorus]
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart

[Verse]
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Don't you know about the temperature change in the cold black shadow?
Are you mad at your walls or hoping that an
Unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden?
If the ship will never come, you've got to move along

[Chorus]
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder the waves of black
If she's going under, I can hold my breath 'til the sky comes back
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder the waves of black
If she's going under, I can hold my breath 'til the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
[Bridge]
It will inspire on the burning pyre
Half the distance
Half the motion
It will inspire on the burning pyre
It's easy as the ocean

[Chorus]
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder the waves of black
If she's going under, I can hold my breath 'til the sky comes back
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder the waves of black
If she's going under, I can hold my breath 'til the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart
The falling apart