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 the seven wonders, and your bird is green,
but you don't see me,
you don't see me.
When your prized posessions, start to weigh you down,
Just 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 sing,
but you don't hear me,
you don' hear me.
