Flightless Bird, American Mouth lyrics

I was a quick, wet boy

Diving too deep for coins

All of your street light eyes

Wide on my plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair

I cut my long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map

And called for you everywhere

Have I found you, Flightless Bird;

Jealous, weeping?

Or lost you, American Mouth;

Big Pill, looming?

Now I’m a fat house cat

Nursing my sore, blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats

Crawl through the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean

Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?, Flightless Bird;

Grounded, bleeding?

Or lost you, American Mouth;

Big Pill, stuck going down

• Artist:Iron & Wine
• Album:The Shepherd's Dog