sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays off the walls echoin' always Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage
poem on its yellowed page. Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage. Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Sound
poem on its yellowed page Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage Let the traveling band on the interstate remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere Sound
do you wanna be rich What you gonna do when someone quiz your pitch Life goes up, no more waiting Fans are screaming, celebrating The crowd is looking like a wave in ocean
a slow walk down Logan Boulevard I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows The city is singing, the highway sounds like an ocean It is
unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears To find the key to this cage And write another stage into
seized with curiosity she stole this book away And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night She was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage
away And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night She was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage The glimmer of a feeble moon provided
unstitched And switch 'round the house in a blind rage It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this cage And write another stage into
But you know, still smaller than my nightmare Now, do I print upon the page? And do we have to live inside it's walls To identify the cage 'Cause it
or sky up above, No one to hold when the night becomes cold, No one with whom to grow old People just moving to sight and sound After this life, they
poem on its yellowed page Leave the gray macaw in its covered cage Let the traveling band on the interstate remain Everything it must belong somewhere Sound
poem on its yellow page. Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage. Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Sound
still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage Giving
, do you wanna be rich What you gonna do when someone queers your pitch Light goes off, no more waiting Fans are screaming, celebrating The crowd is looking like a waving ocean
