There's far too many ghosts
It makes us rely on three notes
That could make you weep, sad notes
That blister in your heart

I hope
And don't I know
Don't I realize what's changing in our brains
And how it soothes

Because its better than the truth
The truth is frayed at the edge and bruised
No use anymore
We could be crawling this time

We should be smiling this time
I see no spooks in you
Thunderbird, can you see yourself, big bird
Thunderbird, just speak it more discreetly

You're making it sound absurd
Now our dreams
They flower in our hearts it seems
And don't I know

Don't I realize what's changing in our brains
And how it soothes
Because it's better than the truth
The truth is frayed at the edge and bruised

We could be crawling this time
We should be smiling this time
I see no spooks in you, you, you
Thunderbird, can you see yourself, big bird

Thunderbird, just speak it more discreetly
You're making it sound absurd
You're making it sound absurd
You're making it sound absurd

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Writer(s): BRIAN FUTTER, ROBERT DICKINSON