Songtext von & Bird

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?