just like st. francis
the little birds come
lonely for a little warm
you give them your music
but they just want a song
oh no, i'll never learn

but, I'd make beautiful sounds
i'd lay you down like
a lover would
my pride, still standin' straight
but looking back
i wasn't so brave
i wasn't so brave

flying through tunnels
at the mouth of New York
sometimes, I belong here
but it's funny how leaving
turns the emptiness up
the hole you never heard before

oh, i laugh in my hands
a kiss from that man like
a melody
my pride, still standing looking tall
but lookin' back, i wasn't brave at all
i wasn't brave at all, was I?

I'd make beautiful sounds
I'd lay you down like a lover would
on the phone, I started to say
But then I stopped
I used to be brave
I used to be brave
Here's hoping next time we'll get it right


Lyrics submitted by merchantpierce

St. Francis song meanings
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