The Birds

The colors of the world of the world are much better when you look to see
You can see it in your eyes in your eyes when you look when you look at me
You were lost you were lost so they came to save us
So they took us away away where we where we would stay
Then the voices of an angel came to sing us home
Fly past every cloud and know when and know just how far we’ve been
Cuz this blankets getting colder
And my dreams are getting older
And all I wanna see is an angel coming back to me
She pointed to the sky
The place she’d only dreamt of before
Need to realize she would always be weighted to the floor
And she was lost she was lost
So they came to save her
So they took her away away where we and she would stay
And then the voices of an angel came to sing us home
Fly past every cloud and know when and know just how far we’ve been
Cuz this blankets getting colder
And my dreams are getting older
And all I wanna see is an angel coming back to me
And I wake in the night and the morning is rising
How many people see the birds singing to the moon in the trees?