The Birds

In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness And when everyone winds me up I just can't wind down And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp The sun makes my eyes burn And it must be my turn To fly with the birds this time Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world But I don't mind the rain 'Cause I was born on an aeroplane Balloon ride over landslides It's April, I'm 18 And flying with the birds in a dream Make an electric connection as lightning strikes Angels' wings not once but twice Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head Plant life gone wild over British monuments Something is burning Somebody's learning To fly with the birds tonight Solomon flies tonight Cape to coast, wings in full flight He's flying home with the birds tonight In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness And I just can't wind down