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Rare BirdsRare birds, we are out in spaceAnd at the moment we're weightless This feeling will last as long as we like Charming the views as we orbit the Earth And it is constantly changing It's living with pain, it's telling us this We will take off From the belts of radiation And from the moment of impact We feel a powerful shockwave from the sun Colliding we see results of beta decay Still the Earth's not withstanding Demand is growing, we're breaking her back Falsetto folkies pitchfork at your side Your tunes they will be forgotten Way out in the desert boy there's nowhere to hide See your face in the sun's daily mirror A Black Pirate Paradox, silver and gold Floating just over your head Weeping, once upon an angel we cried But the whole tone was changing Our friends, they did not follow us here Yeah, we were rare birds We made magic on some fallen star And we were perfectly timeless Loving, working and losing our fears But it's a hand me down riddle with God on it's side His tone and his trumpet forgotten Way out in the desert boy there's nowhere to hide From your face in the sun's daily mirror Pelican cases on Jesus's flight No room in the overheads La la la... |