Saturday Morning (Age of Solitude)

Lyrics:

You are the morning dew
The little bird who flew
Early from it's nest this Saturday morning
For you, I am eerie glue
You're the little girl who threw the glue
Away to become somebody forgotten

By the river in your face
The sound of waves in your ears
In this process where those sounds
Become tears, blood, spit, and fear

It's hard to tell how deep it goes
How long it floats
But in this age of solitude
You take a guess, moving on

You are my missing shoe
The little bird that flew
Early from its nest this Saturday morning
You, i'll love you all night through
Little girl who threw my shoe
Away to become somebody rotten

We're beggars in the sand
Just kids in a foreign land
Take it from a man
Who do not understand the sound of silent tongues

The air of secret lungs
It cares about your loaded guns
But you do not, you don't care
At all about the air that once was mine

You girl, I love you
I loved you as you flew
Early from my bed this Saturday morning
Hey, you do not love me do you
Little girl who broke my bones
You broke my bones to become somebody new
Somebody forgotten, somebody rotten
Somebody old

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