EPISODE · Feb 12, 2018 · 3 MIN
The Sparrow
from Hummingbolt · host Hummingbolt
Lyrics: My Sparrow says she loves me, but she doesn't call me "friend." This dead end smell again gets rancid as it smolders, in this pit, I'm getting thin. Don't touch, I'm getting older. This lobotomy is part of me. My neck it stretches longer as I swim. Ophthalmology, I see, is something better than what we agreed. And when I finally called you Sparrow, I was the wall you said I'd be and now I'm doomed to wait and see if you'll wound me straight and narrow Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow. Mom, she says she loves me like I'm stuck inside her tree. She don't look nothing like me or the things she said I'd be. And when she lied, she was The Sparrow. Just as flighty as can be, no trust or comfort, just the means to an end I hate to swallow. Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow. And when she lied, she was The Sparrow. Just as flighty as can be, no trust or comfort, just the means to an end I hate to swallow. Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow.
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Lyrics: My Sparrow says she loves me, but she doesn't call me "friend." This dead end smell again gets rancid as it smolders, in this pit, I'm getting thin. Don't touch, I'm getting older. This lobotomy is part of me. My neck it stretches longer as I swim. Ophthalmology, I see, is something better than what we agreed. And when I finally called you Sparrow, I was the wall you said I'd be and now I'm doomed to wait and see if you'll wound me straight and narrow Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow. Mom, she says she loves me like I'm stuck inside her tree. She don't look nothing like me or the things she said I'd be. And when she lied, she was The Sparrow. Just as flighty as can be, no trust or comfort, just the means to an end I hate to swallow. Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow. And when she lied, she was The Sparrow. Just as flighty as can be, no trust or comfort, just the means to an end I hate to swallow. Oh, my death they can't believe, it was you: my lovely Sparrow.
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