Two Goldfinches in your mouth You're a comfortable hunter, living in town The grass does grow in the bricks where they crack But you're tame now, like a flower in its pot What have we done, what have we done oh What are we doing still? If I was you, I'm sure I'd be doing the same things that you do Flora oh flora, respiring the sun Millions of years before we came along Flowers bloom, it's what they grow to do You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too What have we done, what have we done oh What are we doing still? If I was you, I'm sure I'd be doing the same things that you do You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too