Talking Bird
Death Cab For Cutie
Narrow Stairs (2008)

(Whispered: one, two, three, four)

Oh, my talking bird, though you know so few words
They're on infinite repeat, like your brain can't keep up with your beak

And you're kept in an open cage so you're free to leave or stay
And sometimes you get confused, like there is a hymn that I'm trying to give you

The longer you think, the less you'll know what to do

It's hard to see your way out when you live in a house in a house
'Cause you don't realize that the windows were open the whole time

But, oh, my talking bird, though your feathers are tattered and furled
I'll love you all the days, 'till the breath leaves your delicate frays

It's all here for you as long as you choose to stay, hey
It's all here for you as long as you don't fly away