Testo:
We are birds we
ran from the water
And birds we take off
over the ocean
We fly in flock sometimes,
fly in a V
But we can fly solo,
I can tell you no
And a sea fly lands on the edge of your footprint,
I'm closer to things on the ground
There were flowers like lace
all covering paths, like the ones leading up to your door
They were always there blooming and spreading
Well how come I have never seen them before?
They grow in a garden or a wild field
They're bright and their yellow
Oh, you know
You sung through all of my sorrows,
the closest that I could have found
Now I have floated down
from the top of my tears, and
I'm closer to things on the ground
And most of this room is empty,
and the furniture that is left is rearranged
"And I can't play you my old songs," you said,
"my hand writing has changed"
The sofas are worn in,
and the foot stools are gone
The lights set the room a glow
And taking someone for granted sometimes,
one voice in is more than a sound
It's like hitting myself in the face
Now I'm closer to things on the ground
We are birds we
ran from the water
And birds we take off
over the ocean
And we fly
We fly
We fly
ran from the water
And birds we take off
over the ocean
We fly in flock sometimes,
fly in a V
But we can fly solo,
I can tell you no
And a sea fly lands on the edge of your footprint,
I'm closer to things on the ground
There were flowers like lace
all covering paths, like the ones leading up to your door
They were always there blooming and spreading
Well how come I have never seen them before?
They grow in a garden or a wild field
They're bright and their yellow
Oh, you know
You sung through all of my sorrows,
the closest that I could have found
Now I have floated down
from the top of my tears, and
I'm closer to things on the ground
And most of this room is empty,
and the furniture that is left is rearranged
"And I can't play you my old songs," you said,
"my hand writing has changed"
The sofas are worn in,
and the foot stools are gone
The lights set the room a glow
And taking someone for granted sometimes,
one voice in is more than a sound
It's like hitting myself in the face
Now I'm closer to things on the ground
We are birds we
ran from the water
And birds we take off
over the ocean
And we fly
We fly
We fly
