Picture Frame from Unwritten Plans by Rebecca McDade

Patterns in the sky, leaves fall and they fly
And the wind leads the way
Small brown feathered bird, he could rule the world
For all he’s seen today
And I’d be surprised if his spirit ever died
You can’t light a candle expecting there not to be flame

A picture at a time, a frame is worth a dime
Even with edges frayed
He’ll fly them to your home, and when the bird’s alone
He’ll gather your mind away
And you’ll spend an age – your heart in his golden cage
Time’s ticking on you have no one but yourself to

Blame, and you’re falling for his game
You’re the same – just another picture frame
That’s sitting on his shelf
Little bird kept you to himself
You can’t see the grin from under the smile

Everything is skewed, you don’t know what to do
Or what words you should say
But mind that little bird – he’ll make himself heard
Your worries he’ll wash away
You’ll be confused - and soon he’ll become your muse
That sweet little bird you can’t see that he has to be

Tamed, and you’re falling for his game
You’re the same – just another picture frame
That’s sitting on his shelf
Little bird kept you to himself
You can’t see the grin from under the smile
From under the smile

Cause hey, you’re falling for his game
You’re the same – just another picture frame
That’s sitting on his shelf
Little bird kept you to himself
You can’t see the grin from under the smile

You can’t see the grin from under the smile

• Folk
• indie
• mellow
• singer-songwriter
• travis picking
• Portland