It's quiet this morning
The birds aren't singing
Perhaps they're leaving
Perhaps they're dreaming
Of the way it might have been
If we'd begun to learn our lesson from what's going on
Ah, before it comes undone
Red-winged things
Offer messages on out-stretched wings
How much more to see the light?
It's out of sight
♪
You take too much
Before you know it and you're out of touch
With no way to pay it back
And we had it good
Better than we ever understood
Yet all you hear is the cry for more
And that's the score
♪
The final act
The finest balance on a broken back
And pieces falling slowly down
And all around
They slip into the sea without a sound
Where one by one, they're taken back
That's a cold, hard fact
The birds aren't singing
Perhaps they're leaving
Perhaps they're dreaming
Of the way it might have been
If we'd begun to learn our lesson from what's going on
Ah, before it comes undone
Red-winged things
Offer messages on out-stretched wings
How much more to see the light?
It's out of sight
♪
You take too much
Before you know it and you're out of touch
With no way to pay it back
And we had it good
Better than we ever understood
Yet all you hear is the cry for more
And that's the score
♪
The final act
The finest balance on a broken back
And pieces falling slowly down
And all around
They slip into the sea without a sound
Where one by one, they're taken back
That's a cold, hard fact
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