♫ Flightless Bird, American Mouth

I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you, American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide
Fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you, American mouth
Big pill stuck going down



♫ Iron & Wine
OST: The Twilight Saga
Written by Beam, Samuel Ervin.

♫ Sleeping At Last

I've waited a hundred years,
But I'd wait a million more for you...
Nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
I would have known what I was living for
What I've been living for...

Your love is my turning page,
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who you are,
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for...

We're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes,
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees...

♫ Turning Page

Album : Twilight Saga : Breaking Dawn Soundtrack