Birds

Okay, three and four are both good
I think four is better
(Right)
At this rate we could be here all night
67 was better than 66
Somehow I don't think that was true
Okay
One, two, three, four
Lover, there will be another one
Who'll hover over you beneath the sun
Tomorrow, see the things that never come
Today
When you see me fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over
Nestled in your wings my little one
This special morning brings another sun
Tomorrow see the things that never come
Today
When you see me fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over