That bird was your bird The Eyebrows went and was lost. You went to pride and go The nostalgic designer The failed pair did not see it alone
I am, that bird, dumb and tired of any tired Beautiful
In the last breath you can fly You can only be breathing for me Come on my air, for me, for me I am here, you are old pair I am, that bird, dumb and tired Everybodys Still thirsty for my light, thirsty for the sun Come on to be the West, all the winds Come on my air, just my intimate here, you are the old pair of
I am, that bird, dumb and tired every feathers on a rock
