i had this delusion that some time was running out i think i've been conspicuously flailing all around i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree i'm conducting an experiment that's (age) years old but i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree i'll have a seat with blind old kitty i'll stop calling you special if you stop calling me sane i'd like to be a bird that's singing in your tree © 2006 c holford
an hourglass-eyes disguise complete with mustache and a snout
but it was just an ugly dream i had in my head
i saw red, and then i woke up good and mad!
loose lips sink my battleships without making a sound
i had to give a talking to myself before
i became a bore to everybody else. that's not me.
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face
none of my notes prove nothing because i've got no control
i'm collecting and dissecting my specimens and clues
i conclude correctly i don't understand what i see,
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face
she's very wise though she's not witty
she says it's all perspective, not self-pity
don't say this is all accidental, i won't say it's all ingrained
how we talk is making fun of words anyway
what i prefer are dumb jokes and the ways we disagree.
i'll settle for a note that's slipped under your door
and i aspire to be a flame in your fire
but i'll take the place of just a blush upon your face