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