Lyrics
I followed the lines on my palm
I followed them but they were all wrong
You want to have but not keep
Try as I might, I still dream
Once there was a garden and fruit plump with lust
But everythings ground to dust
For crying out loud
I got nothing here to show for
I'm caught in the brambles without cure
The anemone is growing back
Drinking deep from the brackish spring
You treat me like your bird, your bird, your bird who sings
So tell me just one thing
Who is it that you're waiting on
Who am i to be dragged along
I guess I'll just keep hanging on
'Til you find the one
I've been looking for a well that's running dry
Can you hear the bells ring?
You treat me like your bird, your bird, your bird who sings
So tell me just one thing