Peel

I have one million birds to peel...like oranges
Or like little children do with apples
Even though the outside satisfies more than the mind
And not the core

But I keep searching for the soul
And I keep peeling these birds
Trying to find the hollow bone that gives them freedom
But I never ever do

I just keep peeling your skin...looking inside
Playing your ribs like piano keys
I find that your lungs never concave
As long as you sit real close to me

When you stay close you see
You can always breathe
So I guess I am your freedom
And I am looking deep inside of you
For absolutely no reason

I love the way you bleed
And I love the way you keep me bleeding
Peeling my heart wide open
And infecting me with the Midas Touch

My heart is now made of gold
Heavy and cold
But you embrace me with your warm body
Bringing me back to life

I guess you are my freedom
And so i do suppose
I can stop peeling these birds
Trying to find what sets them free
Because you are what extricates me

You are all I really need
And I love the way you bleed
And I love the way you keep me bleeding
Peeling my heart wide open
And infecting me with the Midas Touch

My heart is now made of gold
Heavy and cold
But you embrace me with your warm body
Bringing me back to life

At times I feel hollow
But you keep me feeling strong
So I guess I can stop searching
For what makes birds strong beautiful and free
Because you live inside of me