Emily Picha Flamingos Lyrics

Flamingos Lyrics

The wires were wrapped

Around the tips of his fingers

But the pencil
was working like brand new

And the storm was thickening 

but his
eyes were still glittering

and the aftermath he saw was you





Come on he said, take one of my pictures

You're from the West,


You can take me home 

To your land of milk

And of honey

You can take me home.



And you were sitting right there

At
the edge of a forest fire

Feverish golden hands

Touching tiny copper
coins

And one by one as they passed by

You heard a whisper that
sounded like a cry



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The memory is already five
days old

You've got the picture

Held tight in a book

And
you've got every intention

As to taking it home

You've got every
intention, 

Every intention



But nobody's listening at the
corner store

And nobody's listening at the curb

You've got a
firefighter

Drawing pictures of flamingos

Hoping they'll land
somewhere else

On this earth



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