Seth Anderson

Lyrics

Pigeons


I lied about the smoking, I lied about the drugs
I couldn’t hide the drinking, it was too obvious
There’s something ‘bout deceiving, the people that you love
You couldn’t feel it back but, they couldn’t know how come

There were sprinters on the start line, there were bleachers full of crowds
They’re waiting for the pistol, they’re gonna shoot those pigeons down 
But they only were by-standing, why the hatred that they get
There is no reason for it, they’re just trying to build a nest

Could fly away, it’s about time 
There’s all this space, the open sky
The bluest thing, you’ve ever seen
I’ll see you ‘round, you can burn my things

The stumbling revelations, the elating summer friends
The heavy Wednesday mornings, the feeling to repent
Now walking through the pastures, all the places I have grown
The feeling of deliverance, yeah I feel it then I don’t

Not sure about the wages, all the money that I owe
Just wanna find a place now, maybe buy that garden hose 
To water all the things that, will be filling up my yard
I hope that they all make it, it’ll be my first time trying 
When people come to visit, yeah I can give ‘em what they need
I’ll get to all my emails, take the calls when my phone rings

Could fly away, just not this time
There’s all this space, the open skies
The bluest thing you’ve ever seen
I’ll see you there, just leave everything 

Could fly away, it’s about time
There’s all this space, the open skies
The bluest thing, you’ve ever seen
I’ll see you ‘round, you can burn my things

You can burn my things
Just burn everything
You can burn my things
Just burn everything