Lyrics of 'Two Magpies (Piano)' by Luke De-Sciscio

At my most humble I do labour
At my highest I'm a clown
I'm the bird that turned around the shot
Was heard for miles around

In the garden chris is smoking
Chris is smoking doing laps
The fat pigeon on the branch
Is siding up to his romance

I need a little space
Just have to tidy this away
I could have driven but I walked
And so I ran a little late

There's a bucket in my garden
That is waiting for the earth
Its ironic how the filth can cleanse
My heart of all the dirt

You will find me
Digging like a crow through the air
Or like a mole through the ground
Swearing on my life in my liar's chair
Convincing myself

I fucked you like a champion
And myself a little too
Its unsettling how thin the lines between us

I've been thinking about construction
What we build to keep us in
If chaos is the devil
Then where does the God begin

Or if structure is our saviour
To keep us safe from all the dark
Then why did God hide
Freedom in our hearts

I get a little confused
I'd never want to hurt you
I expect I'd really have to push the limits now

And we are bruised
Because we cling to what the other had to do

You will find me
Digging like a crow through the air
Or like a mole through the ground
Swearing on my life in my liar's chair
Convincing myself

That's an effergy to vishnu
Though he's missing half his arms
From a certain perspective
My heart is bent

How long can you hold your reflection in the glass?
Jim said at the end that is all they ask

You will find me
Digging like a crow through the air
Or like a mole through the ground
Swearing on my life in my liar's chair
Convincing myself

Swimming through the air like a crow in the ground
Swimming through the air like a crow in the ground
Swimming through the air like a crow in the ground
Swimming through the air like a crow in the ground