Letra de Bird 1 - Underworld
Letra de canci�n de Bird 1 de Underworld lyrics
Bad, big and tan(?)
White stick
With a little light
Floats past her on the right�
White stick
On the rock
Roping in the wind
Are you hungry?�
Do you know what to eat floating in the blue
I hear you, your voice
It comes out above my head
Close to you, close to you
There is one bird in my house�she said he woke up from a dream�
He heard Mama Cass he felt "better if I would've known these things"�
It damped his mood
For a second, then he remembered where he was
He regained his perspective--that felt a
Lot better�
It gets much better he laid down on his bed�
With the front door open and the sunlight flooding in--to the room�
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He smelled thyme
He laid back listening to a fly�
He saw a washing hanging in the sun he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man
Moving uphill
Pursued by a bus�he saw a white church with a
Three blue-
Domed roof�
A crucifix on the top and an ant walked�along the edge of his book�he heard
Another bell�and a braying distortion and a moped started up
It sounding like a chainsaw
Of tiny firecrackers
And he smelled thyme again�
A fly came then along the shaft of sunlight�coming through the open door�
He watched it cross the room and get
Halfway and then it�
Turned around and left he laughed
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
White stick
With a little light
Floats past her on the right�
White stick
On the rock
Roping in the wind
Are you hungry?�
Do you know what to eat floating in the blue
I hear you, your voice
It comes out above my head
Close to you, close to you
There is one bird in my house�she said he woke up from a dream�
He heard Mama Cass he felt "better if I would've known these things"�
It damped his mood
For a second, then he remembered where he was
He regained his perspective--that felt a
Lot better�
It gets much better he laid down on his bed�
With the front door open and the sunlight flooding in--to the room�
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/bird-1-underworld.php
He smelled thyme
He laid back listening to a fly�
He saw a washing hanging in the sun he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man
Moving uphill
Pursued by a bus�he saw a white church with a
Three blue-
Domed roof�
A crucifix on the top and an ant walked�along the edge of his book�he heard
Another bell�and a braying distortion and a moped started up
It sounding like a chainsaw
Of tiny firecrackers
And he smelled thyme again�
A fly came then along the shaft of sunlight�coming through the open door�
He watched it cross the room and get
Halfway and then it�
Turned around and left he laughed
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
