The high flying bird, flies above. You cannot see him from the earth. He sees as he flies and knows as he sees. The masses below, there's trouble below This high flying bird, has no sense of time
Bài hát Bird - Billie Marten. She's underwater again. Somebody's daughter and friend. In the night in the dark. In the cold as she walks far away. Nobody's watching. Drowning in words so sweet. Mild
Like a bird on a wire. Like a drunk in a midnight choir. I have tried in my way. To be free. . Like a worm on a hook. Like a knight from some old-fashioned book. I have save all my ribbons
Yes, this is all I have left in me. Said, she had just, self expressed. Herself to death, now nothing's left. Nothingness. She finessed it. She the best. And I said, and I said. Pretty bird
Yes, this is all I have left in me. Said, she had just, self expressed. Herself to death, now nothing's left. Nothingness. She finessed it. She the best. And I said, and I said. Pretty bird
How could you? You are the river. Pour out of this life. How could you? You are the morning bird. Who sang me into life every day, fly away You are the blood of me. The harvest of my dreams
. Started gurgling then and there I'm a little jazz bird. And I'm telling you to be one too. For a little jazz bird. Is in heaven when it's singin' blue I say it with regret. But you're out of date. You