Bones of Birds - Closing Credits

I was fine living dead forever
And then my back was turned
You turned it on a feather

Everything is just right
Like a sermon
Everything it must might
Sing it now
Everything is just right
Like a sermon
I take it out

I love it when everything falls into place
Puzzle pieces that fall from outer space
Killing our heads
We used to fill all of our heads with spaces

Everything is just right
Like a sermon
Everything it must might
Sing it now
Everything is just right
Like a sermon
I take it out

Everything is right

When asteroids falls
When asteroids crashes
We fell to each other
We're perfect matches

I am you
I am

Written by:
Matt Neagle

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