It’s been a hard year, hard year for love,
it seems to me we’ve all forgotten what it’s made of.
So go lock it up now, go bury it,
out in the backyard with the bones of your dead fish, cause who needs this.
Big grey wise bird, broken wing.
Walks up slow by the pond and sits next to me.
Says you humans take your love so seriously.
I’d rather have a broken heart than this old wing, so here’s thing,
you’ve got to see.
Somebody somewhere is pullin on a string just to hear the people talk out loud,
they’re pullin on a string, just to watch the world spin ‘round.
It’s been a hard year hard year for love.
But it’s the only goddamn thing I’m thinking of.
You only got two wings bird that you can break.
We got a lifetime supply of this heart ache, that we can give or we can take.
Love is tempting love.