Birds

fall on me<br>fall on me<br><br>birds of a feather and a featherless cap<br>poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat<br>moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth<br>we dance on the tracks of a train called youth<br><br>truth`s on the table like a toxic spill<br>and we wrestle in the sheets with our own freewill<br>if we never shake hands with a phantom called fame<br>I`ll still have your picture in a picture frame<br><br>if you should fall<br>fall on me<br><br>forty-acre farm we can call our own<br>with a chocolate lab and no telephone<br>the full moon`s leering in a lover`s swoon<br>and the apple tree`s swaying to a windy tune<br><br>(save me I`m falling for you)<br><br>but we won`t get to heaven if we just sit still<br>if we don`t cry murder maybe no one will<br>we`re riding tandem down Sycamore hill<br>if we hit the brakes we`re gonna take a big spill<br><br>if you should fall<br>fall on me<br><br>and if my hand were taken hold of<br>I`d slip away with you love<br>slip away with you love