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