I followed the lines on my palm I followed them but they were all wrong You want to have but not keep Try as I might, I still dream Once there was a garden and fruit plump with lust But everythings ground to dust For crying out loud I got nothing here to show for I'm caught in the brambles without cure The anemone is growing back Drinking deep from the brackish spring You treat me like your bird, your bird, your bird who sings So tell me just one thing Who is it that you're waiting on Who am i to be dragged along I guess I'll just keep hanging on 'Til you find the one I've been looking for a well that's running dry Can you hear the bells ring? You treat me like your bird, your bird, your bird who sings So tell me just one thing