Versuri Flightless bird, american mouth[twilight soudtrack]
- Iron & Wine

I was a quick, wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere.

Have I found you, Flightless Bird;
Jealous, weeping?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, looming?.

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore, blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
P***g on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream.

Have I found you? , Flightless Bird;
Grounded, bleeding?
Or lost you, American Mouth;
Big billed, stuck going down