Ben Christophers. Viewfinder. Starling. Zeneszám

Disinfect me from myself
All twisted like my mind
Ever been so broken hearted
Ever felt you never made a start on this road
When she told you you were beauty
Underneath the earth was blowing deeply glowing
A happy smile like a baby grows

All the grass twists round your feet
Pulls you deep beneath the ground
Oh down we go
Like a doomed ship

To all the dreams you got

Everybody is like a starling
Everybody is like an eagle
Sometimes we are deadly vicious
Sometimes we are massive giants

To all the dreams you got