Birds fall from the ledge above mine Then they flap wings at the last second
You see birds fall from the ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the last I can see their dead weight just dropping stones Or small loaves of bread past my all the time
But unless I get up walk across the room and peer below I don't see their last second toward a horizontal flight All these birds falling from the ledge like stones
Now due to a in my mind That their falling and their flight of my entire existence
It important for me to get up and see Their last curves toward flight It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see ascent
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon Cuts out of all material Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm Cuts out of all material
Birds fall from the window above mine Then they flap their wings at the second I said birds fall from the ledge above mine Then they flap their at the last second
But unless I get up walk across the and peer down below I won't see their last second toward a, a horizontal flight All these birds falling from the ledge like stones
Now due to a in my mind That makes their falling and their Symbolic of my existence
It becomes for me to get up and see Their second curves toward flight It's like my life will fall My will fall unless I see their ascent Oh yeah, oh yeah, all
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm Cuts swatches out of all Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm Cuts out of all material, everybody c'mon
Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm Cuts swatches out of all Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm Cuts out of all material
Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm Cuts swatches out of all Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm swatches out of all material