Apparat - Birds

Your head's a busy place A port for thoughts coming back Like ships flown overseas While swarms of birds passing by If I could catch a thought sometime I'd put it in a safe place To the elements I've got And next time I would check it would be gone 'til single spark ignites it to new light 'til single spark ignites it to new light 'til single spark ignites it to new light And it comes back to you; finally getting through Your heart's a messy place A giant garbage dump for all the feelings you can't handle That's where you bury all of them and wait 'til they decay 'til single spark ignites them to new light 'til single spark ignites them to new light 'til single spark ignites them to new light And they come back to you; finally getting through