Birds of Passerine Lyrics

You dream,
the birds of passerine;
where night calls past,
every day serene.
You"re free,
from the muck caught in the mire;
born of light,
stillborn of desire.
Some,
some they get away;
while others,
they find the will to stay.
And some thrive,
but are left unsatisfied...
The world won"t let you go...
No, the world won"t let you go...

And still we had to cry,
for the s***e you occupied.