Songtexte Two Birds - Typhoon

Twin birds drawing closer in space
Collide inside the windowpane
Feathers on the glass
Wings beaten, one bird remains

(It comes apart) It comes apart
Become the part you play
What happens then
When the character gets killed on the stage?
Do you die two deaths?
Do you start bleeding off the page?

Bird in my hand
In the mirror, I am estranged
Just sit and watch
While the metaphors copulate

And it feels different
And it feels the same
Out of the game
Out of the game
And it feels different
Really feel the pain
Out of the game