you tell me that you’ve got everything you want…
and your bird can sing
but you don’t get me…
you don’t get me…
you say you’ve seen ‘Seven Wonders’ and your bird is green…
but you can’t see me…
you can’t see me…
when your prized possessions start to weigh you down
look in my direction
i’ll be ’round…
i’ll be ’round…
when your bird is broken…
will it bring you down?
you may be awoken…
i’ll be ’round…
i’ll be ’round…
you tell me that you’ve heard every sound there is…
and your bird can swing…
but you can’t hear me…
you can’t hear me…