The Frames
A Caution to the Birds
The body's not secure
The truth will not absorb
And this crumbling apart
Is no good for you at all..
Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know..
And with eyes that never look
Past the time under foot
And this reading in the cards
Is a caution to the birds..
Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know..