Language
Paper Bird Lyrics

Coloured pencils, cigarettes,
Small things, like colored pencils and cigarettes, that may not seem important but hold significance.

Postcards, a burn deep in the flesh.
Memories that are kept alive by postcards and intense emotions that are forever etched in memory.

An affection towards old photography.
A fondness for preserving memories through old photographs.

The words that explain history.
Words that hold the power to explain the past and their significance for the present.

The meaning of the mother tongue
The significance of language that is spoken natively and its importance as a part of one's heritage and culture.

Written in concrete all along,
The historical, cultural and linguistic significance has been immortalized and preserved in monuments and structures that stand the test of time.

Red skin from salt water winds.
Physical reminders of one's connection to nature and the environment, and the sense of comfort and belonging that it brings.

Seashell houses, a distant ring
Nostalgia for a childhood spent in a house made of seashells and a distant memory of a sound that holds significance.

Is telling me constantly
Constant reminders of the significance of the past and the memories that it holds.

I'm drowning in the language
The overwhelming influence and importance of memories and the past, which is like being submerged in a language that speaks of the 'good' times.

Of good memories.
The past and the memories associated with it, which are cherished and treasured as 'good' times.

Comic books and songs that sound
Childhood memories of comic books and songs that remain significant even as one grows older.

Like stomping your feet on the ground
The feeling of nostalgia and the comfort of familiar childhood memories, like the sound of stomping feet on the ground.

And howling at a painted moon
Amusing and whimsical memories of pretending to howl at a picture of the moon in a children's book.

In a picture book in the afternoon
Fond memories of lazy summer afternoons spent reading pictures books.

Right before teenage tabloid press
Memories of growing up, before the tumultuous teenage years, and the superficiality and drama that come with it.

In the back of the car with arms outstretched
Memories of adventures and excitement, stretching one's arms out while sitting in the backseat of a car on a road trip.

Across a rugged and rocky coast,
Memories of exploring coastlines and embracing the rough, natural beauty of the environment.

It looks so small with one eye closed
Perspective and the significance of memories, which may seem small or insignificant but hold great meaning and influence over one's life.

But grows as i grow every year,
As one grows older, memories and their significance grow and become more profound.

There's a whisper in the atmosphere
A subtle, almost undetectable influence that memories and the past hold over one's life and the atmosphere that surrounds them.

And i learn and learn as i repeat,
Memories that continue to teach and influence even as they are repeated and revisited over time.

I am drowning in the language of good memories.
A sense of being overwhelmed by the influence and significance of the past and the 'good' memories associated with it.

Flower patterns on the walls,
Memories of childhood rooms adorned with flower patterns on the walls, which remain significant even with the passing of time.

The smell of summer down the hall,
The familiar and comforting scent of summer that lingers in the hallway, evoking memories of carefree times.

A story to everything there is.
Everything, no matter how small or insignificant, has a story and holds significance for one's life and memories.

Cut-off heads and doors in crooked trees.
Whimsical and imaginative memories from childhood, of trees with crooked branches and imaginary creatures with cut-off heads.

Plastic bags for plastic food,
Nostalgia for simpler times, before the world became consumed with convenience and plastic packaging.

I am pale with a smirk under the hood.
A sense of detachment and separation from the world, yet finding amusement in the absurdity of it all.

I feel like a bird on a leash
A sense of confinement and restriction, like a bird kept on a leash or under control by external forces.

But right now it's good enough for me.
Despite the restrictions and confinement, finding comfort and contentment in the present moment.

Here's the church and here's the steeple,
A childhood rhyme that evokes memories of innocence and simplicity, and the comfort found in familiar traditions and rituals.

Open the door and see all the people.
A sense of community and belonging, the comfort of seeing familiar faces and being surrounded by people who share similar experiences and memories.

Close the door and hear them pray,
The importance of religious traditions and the memories associated with them, and the sense of comfort that comes with prayer.

Turn around and walk away.
The bittersweet feeling of leaving familiar memories behind and moving on with life.

There's rain and fog out on the sea
The unpredictable nature of life, represented by the weather, and the influence that the past and memories have over it.

And i am drowning in the language of good memories.
The overwhelming influence and importance of memories and the past, which is like being submerged in a language that speaks of the 'good' times.