The Birds - Apparatjik, Lowell

The colors of the world of the world are much better when you look to see

You can see it in your eyes in your eyes when you look when you look at me

You were lost you were lost so they came to save us

So they took us away away where we where we would stay

Then the voices of an angel came to sing us home

Fly past every cloud and know when and know just how far we’ve been

Cuz this blankets getting colder

And my dreams are getting older

And all I wanna see is an angel coming back to me

She pointed to the sky

The place she’d only dreamt of before

Need to realize she would always be weighted to the floor

And she was lost she was lost

So they came to save her

So they took her away away where we and she would stay

And then the voices of an angel came to sing us home

Fly past every cloud and know when and know just how far we’ve been

Cuz this blankets getting colder

And my dreams are getting older

And all I wanna see is an angel coming back to me

And I wake in the night and the morning is rising

How many people see the birds singing to the moon in the trees?