[[INTRO: Ambient guitar textures establish a reflective atmosphere]] There’s a compass deep within us. Can we find each other? [[VERSE 1: Intimate vocal enters over restrained accompaniment]] So many forces working to defeat us Working overtime to rescind our love. Feel the current move beneath us, The wind working to ascend our love. Love ascending, love ascending [[VERSE 2: Additional instrumental layers expand the sonic space]] Birds searching for home; that’s all we are A place perfect for descending down To settle and sleep under a flock of stars Safely in darkness after night comes ‘round. Night tumbling down, night tumbling down [[PRE-CHORUS LIFT: Harmonic and dynamic momentum begins to build]] There’s a compass deep within us. We’re gonna find each other [[CHORUS 1: Emotional refrain introduces the song's central plea]] Who knew our species was gonna be migratory? Every bird before was landlocked and still. Birds of a feather, they all tell the same story: Predators have a mindset, gotta go in for the kill. If you’re afraid of it, you know the drill Fear is a blood sport—go in for the kill In for the kill [[VERSE 3: Vocal intensity increases while textures thicken]] We each have a compass deep within us Called love, the thing that sets our course. We’re in the crosshairs, no need to discuss Gotta fly, fly away, to our magnetic north Away from the crosshairs, targets on our backs Fly high, fly fast, gotta throw 'em off our track Throw 'em off our track [[CHORUS 2: Larger instrumental and vocal presentation]] We were not meant to be migratory All we wanna be is still and shelter-safe Birds of a feather all tell the same story: It’s harder to love than give up your hate. Hunters ain’t gonna stop ‘til they get their fill Fear is a vicious blood sport—in it for the kill [[BRIDGE: Atmospheric expansion and emotional reflection]] “Fight or flight”—I know this kinda reaction When trouble comes soaring through town Flight can be freedom, a kind of extraction From killers blind to their own breakdown [[FINAL CHORUS: Full dynamic release with layered guitars and harmonies]] We were songbirds—now we’re migratory Out there is a forest with our name on it. Birds of a feather, we will tell the same story: Some folks take hate and lay claim on it. But we have wings (yes, we have wings) we can fly above it all. We’ll find our willow tree And aim to love it all. [[OUTRO: Repeated vocal phrases and shimmering textures gradually fade]] We are birds, birds of a feather Our flight path tells a story Of flying an open sky together Mysterious and migratory Mysterious and migratory We are mysterious and migratory
