All the poor miserable birds Countless circles Wish like fish in Glass bowls Thinking of the places That they'd like to go From their Alamos
Yes all those poor miserable birds Struggling to be absurd Light a candle Hold that handle Wings that should be Fluttering Just coast along still Struggling to go
All the poor miserable words Uttered but still go unheard Coming from beaks unassured That if they call It matters not at all
All the poor miserable birds Hovering above the world Clip their wings and watch them fall And leave them there Until they learn to crawlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
