Chris Staples - Hummingbird lyrics

Hummingbird flap your tiny wings Stick your skinny beak into everything Too many choices One million tempting voices Imaginary nothing Constructed out of nothing Tried to get your fill But your fill could not be gotten Your senses were gratified But the pleasure was forgotten And your memories are building up Now they're breaking through the levy And your back to where you started You're crying like a baby Hummingbird where you going to go when it starts to rain? Where you going to go when The winter comes again