[VERSE 1 | light, conversational | low energy] I checked my hair in the microwave glass Kicked a pebble, let a minute pass Got your text, “I’m by the fountain now” Heart’s doin’ things I can’t slow down There’s a busker playin’ half in tune Kids run wild in the afternoon I see your shadow by the oak tree bend Try to play it cool as I walk in [PRE-CHORUS | playful, building | rising energy] Then a wing flaps close to my face And I freeze in place [CHORUS | upbeat, catchy | high energy] Before you open that door... Ask yourself how much you trust pigeons They’re eyein’ crumbs like a neighborhood war And I swear they got bad intentions I was ready with a line so smooth Now I’m duckin’ feathers in my good shoes Love’s a risk but I wasn’t expectin’ To compete with birds for your affection [VERSE 2 | slightly more confident, playful | medium energy] You laugh when one lands on my sleeve Like it planned this whole ambush on me You say, “Relax, they just want a bite” Yeah, well one just winked and that ain’t right We find a bench, share a paper sack They creep closer, yeah they double back I try to focus on your eyes so blue But there’s a whole gang circlin’ you [PRE-CHORUS | playful tension | building energy] You lean in, I lean in too Then one says “coo” [CHORUS | upbeat, catchy | high energy] Before you open that door... Ask yourself how much you trust pigeons They’re eyein’ crumbs like a neighborhood war And I swear they got bad intentions I was ready with a line so smooth Now I’m duckin’ feathers in my good shoes Love’s a risk but I wasn’t expectin’ To compete with birds for your affection [BRIDGE | soft, slightly comedic sincerity | low energy] If I lose you to a park bench scene And a couple birds with bad hygienes I’ll be the guy tellin’ everyone “I got beat by birds… yeah, that’s how it’s done” But you take my hand, pull me in close Say, “They don’t stand a chance, you know” [FINAL CHORUS | big, joyful | high energy, wide] Before you open that door... Ask yourself how much you trust pigeons They can have the crumbs, they can have the war But they ain’t stealin’ this position Now I’m laughin’ with you in the sun Feathers fly but you’re the only one Turns out love’s got perfect timing Even with a little chaos climbin’ [OUTRO | light, playful fade | medium energy] Yeah, we made it through the feather storm Guess love don’t always come in perfect form Next time I’ll plan a safer mission… Somewhere far away from pigeons
