| Song | We Must Have Been Birds (Recorded Live) |
| Artist | Petracovich |
| Album | Crepusculo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We must’ve been birds | |
| We must’ve flown | |
| And carried no weight | |
| Our shoulders lifted by the air below | |
| We must have had feathers | |
| And woken and spoken together | |
| And leaned in to each other | |
| To feel the warmth that gathers under the down | |
| And I | |
| You’re mine | |
| You’re mine | |
| You’re mine | |
| We must have made nests | |
| We must have made sense | |
| Things are going so well | |
| We must have made sense | |
| This love is floating so well | |
| Love’s in your arms | |
| arms | |
| You must have sung | |
| I heard your song | |
| And crafted and gathered and praised the tree | |
| Where we would raise our young | |
| And we | |
| We died, | |
| lived by | |
| each other |
| We must' ve been birds | |
| We must' ve flown | |
| And carried no weight | |
| Our shoulders lifted by the air below | |
| We must have had feathers | |
| And woken and spoken together | |
| And leaned in to each other | |
| To feel the warmth that gathers under the down | |
| And I | |
| You' re mine | |
| You' re mine | |
| You' re mine | |
| We must have made nests | |
| We must have made sense | |
| Things are going so well | |
| We must have made sense | |
| This love is floating so well | |
| Love' s in your arms | |
| arms | |
| You must have sung | |
| I heard your song | |
| And crafted and gathered and praised the tree | |
| Where we would raise our young | |
| And we | |
| We died, | |
| lived by | |
| each other |
| We must' ve been birds | |
| We must' ve flown | |
| And carried no weight | |
| Our shoulders lifted by the air below | |
| We must have had feathers | |
| And woken and spoken together | |
| And leaned in to each other | |
| To feel the warmth that gathers under the down | |
| And I | |
| You' re mine | |
| You' re mine | |
| You' re mine | |
| We must have made nests | |
| We must have made sense | |
| Things are going so well | |
| We must have made sense | |
| This love is floating so well | |
| Love' s in your arms | |
| arms | |
| You must have sung | |
| I heard your song | |
| And crafted and gathered and praised the tree | |
| Where we would raise our young | |
| And we | |
| We died, | |
| lived by | |
| each other |