Have you ever heard the sons of flightless birds

Coming through your window?

"Please, I need my sleep. I'll see you in a week"

She's calling from her window



Have you ever heard?

The songs of flightless birds



Someone oughta write a book about us or they'll forget our story

A grainy picture on the jacket that you'll wear with all your glory



This faint, peculiar song she aches to sing alone

While falling from her window

But she never learned the words of the caged and flighless bird

To save her from her window



She had her doubts insidde the lion's mouth

And I, needless to say, I need less to say