Birds flying high
That's all I used to see
Until I took my pen
And drew birds lifting me
Up higher than the smoke
Above the barren lands
Past the sweeping canyons
Of my hands
Birds flying high
That's all I used to see
Until I took my pen
And drew birds lifting me
Up higher than the smoke
Above the barren lands
Past the sweeping canyons
Of my hands
With vivid colours, lighting up the skies
The image lingers when I close my eyes
Birds in the trees
They're singing a new song
That hums and soothes my soul
And tells me nothing's wrong
I'm in another world
Full of joie de vivre
The kind that makes you
Never want to leave.
But when I wake, it's hard for me to rise
The image lingers when I close my eyes
When I wake, it's hard for me to rise
The image lingers when I close my eyes
Birds flying south
They're off to better lands
While I am here at home
Just staring at my hands
My house is crumbling down
With all that I adore
And all I want to do is
Fly once more
But when I wake, it's hard for me to rise
The image lingers when I close my eyes
When I wake, it's hard for me to rise
The image lingers when I close my
Eyes
When I close my eyes
Birds flying high
That's all I used to see
Until I took my pen
And drew birds lifting me
Up higher than the smoke
Above the barren lands
Past the sweeping canyons
Of my hands
With vivid colours, lighting up the skies
The image lingers when I close my eyes
With vivid colours, lighting up the skies
The image lingers when I close my eyes