6.Bones Of Birds(Album Version)
Lyricist：Chris Cornell
Writer(s)：Chris Cornell
Time is my friend,
Till it ain't, and runs out
And, that is all, that I have,
Till it's gone.
Tried to build the home, bones of birds,
Singing in the cold and fall to earth.
Hey! Sometimes she won't cry
When the smallest one is drowned,
Too weak to survive
Probably... maybe.
Tried to look out,
Through a hole in a bag
Circle above, looking down,
Bird of prey.
Tried to build the home, bones of birds,
Singing in the cold and fall to earth.
Hey! Sometimes she won't cry
When the smallest one is drowned,
Too weak to survive. Too weak to survive!
Too weak to survive!
Probably... maybe.
Tried to build on bones of birds,
Singing in the cold and fall to earth.
Hey! Sometimes she won't cry
When the smallest one is drowned,
Too weak to survive.
Probably...
Hey! Sometimes she won't cry
When the smallest one is trapped!
Too weak to survive!
Too weak to survive!
Too weak to survive!
Maybe...
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