Texty: Carl Broemel. All Birds Say. Life Leftover.

I?m hot enough to melt some gold
you?re cooling down you just made a mountain of snow
you?re curled up body heat
I?m driving home on an icy street

its not late enough for bed, so I will stay up instead
this night leftover is all I get

I?m old enough to better know
the easy parts will never show
and beware of talking in your sleep
and drinking more doesn?t make you deep

let?s not wait around for death
to show us how well we have lived
this life leftover is all we get, yes
this life leftover is all we get

we?re on the same wave,
you?re icing on the cake
I promise I won?t steer you wrong
I?m already there
you paid me very well
and I will be on par before you know

so tell me what is this for?
it walks and talks and crawls on the floor
Its all so simple and so sweet
when less is more than it needs to be

I?m unable to be sure if what I am saying is true
but this life leftover will never tell, yes
this life leftover you?ll never guess