A little girl
lost in a big world...

I see your name
and my stomach knots...

Fly away, my little sparrow,
I suppose you're truly free...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...

I don't know when
these words...

Saturday nights
wide awake...

Figure eights upon a paper
tis such a a labor...

O, Little Brother
how many mistakes you make...

I stand here,
my heart in my hands...

Crimson lips to proclaim
how much love and fame...

It gets really old
this game we're playing...

When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...