Из альбома: Fortress
Little birds hidden in your perch
Travel about and you never take them out
Little creatures flying off the page
A little prisoner you can lock up in a cage
Tropical birds love to get away
You wanna keep them but they never wanna stay
Little creatures, innocent and free
You twisted sisters only wanna clip their wings
I've kept them most my life
It's the colorful feathers that hold me together and keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
When they fly through the sky I feel something inside
I don't know what it is but it is magic
It's the colorful feathers that hold me together and keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
When they fly through the sky I feel something inside
I don't know what it is but it is magic