Shoulder Mountain - Andrew Bird

Written by：Andrew Bird

You walk into a room

And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable

But it was cold outside

Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable

They hand the bags to you

And their shoulders are forming a mountain range

They don't invite you in

Though you are half a day

You can find no means strange

When you finally find your family

Will you be turning your back

On your former self

It's a story of hypocrisy

Once was poor is now a man of wealth

Will he be turning his back

On his former self

Will he be turning his back

Turning his back again

Turning your back again

Turning your back again on your former self

How do I know

When a stranger's not a god in disguise

Who will fallow your fields

And make you bleed from your eyes

Rain fires from the skies

And for god sakes

Open your door

They had their bags to you

Oooh

They don't invite you in

Oooh

Turning your back on your former self

Will you be turning your back

Turning your back again

Turning your back again

Turning your back on your former self

Oooh

You walk into a room

And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable

But it was cold outside

Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable

How do I know

When a stranger's not a god in disguise

Who fallow your fields

And make you bleed from your eyes

Rain fires from the skies

And for god sakes

Open your door