Piper Songtext
von The Cavves

I think it′s moving day
From nests, we flew to graves
Or washed up on the shore

I think I'll lose my name
My knees will bruise the same
What are you praying for?
Shed a happy tear
I′ll settle down just 'bout anywhere


Stop crying, I'm not gonna shelter you
Lone wolf, my pack is just short of two
I′ll find my house made of straw, bury you
I′ll find

You know, my hands are cold
You know, my feet are colder
You know, my hands are cold
I need some truth to hold

And so it sat and bled itself
To sleep and said
Suppose I'll make my bed
And yeah I′ll make yours too
I'm feeling ten days old
No warranty I′m sold
Cause all my friends are old but brand new