Doves + Hawks Songtext
The sun sets at an awkward angle when you're lying on your back,

but the stars always stay the same

The sand is so soft like a pillow made from the feathers of a sparrow

like the ones that crowded around your feeder on the day we went away.

They flew too. And from, from their meal to a tree resting their heads and looking for company
I'm like that in the way that when I see something worth doing I continue until it's done

'cause half a plate of food is too much to waste.



Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks.



I've got a broken wrench, a screwdriver with no head, and a drill with no battery,

but fixing you is still worth a try.

Because I'm not going to give up because a few screws are loose.

No, we've got too much potential and don't say it's the distance

because it's never been a problem before.
Besides, two hours is like two minutes when you close your eyes and dream.

Pensacola has never been as bright as it is now, and when I look at that map it looks back at me and smiles.



Let's give the doves a chance for survival, and declaw the hawks.



For now I will let the west dictate the light,

who needs a flashlight when you got the moon?

Maybe I'm better off without you leaning on my shoulder,

but I'd rather be worse than not by your side.