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