broken sparrows.

oh, girl have you seen the open doors, that line this shattered street?
it's all we have, and all we see. do broken sparrows weep?
i've searched so long, and wished so hard that dreams would soon come true. i've spent so many nights commiserating over you.
is it any consolation if i say sorry openly?
will any words reach you if you won't talk to me?
see the sun, it's rising over another day.
all the things i think inside aren't worthy of me to say.
i'm drunk, i'm stoned, i'm sorry.
i wish that i could take,
all the things i've done to you,
and something better make.
broken sparrows, do you feel pain?
are your ribs all still intact?
broken sparrows with broken beaks,
can you please react?
is it too late, am i too fucked to make almost any sense?
these things inside me, they help confide my uttmost innocence.
can you feel me deep inside you,
creeping slowly through you brain?
can you hear me trying to get you on your feet again?
girl, these broken sparrows are bleeding on the streets.
hush now pretty baby, there's no reason to weep.
sing a song, and sing it sweet, with a melody through and through.
i'll hum a silly lullaby from my cracked lips to you.
these doors are open, these eyes are shut.
i am trying to make sense.
the shattered streets are lined with glass.
the broken sparrows fly so bent.