i listened to a bird, that told me all, he seemed to make no sense as i recall...
i listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds, told nothing of the purpose, of their rounds...
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glance upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill
i looked out at the trees that gently swayed, they didn't mean to know how they were made, i wonder if the world kept something hid, tonight from me for something that i did...(?)
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glass upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill
i listened to a bird, that told me all, he seemed to make no sense as i recall,
so far i haven't heard a songbird sing, a single verse that told me anything...
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glass upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill
i listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds, told nothing of the purpose, of their rounds...
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glance upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill
i looked out at the trees that gently swayed, they didn't mean to know how they were made, i wonder if the world kept something hid, tonight from me for something that i did...(?)
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glass upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill
i listened to a bird, that told me all, he seemed to make no sense as i recall,
so far i haven't heard a songbird sing, a single verse that told me anything...
the claws that tear, the fangs that b***...the glass upon the bird in flight
the lion stalking 'round his kill...the flowers purple on the hill