Curtains filter the sunlight
On the cage the beams are cut
Shadows of the parrots are on the white floor
We hear them talk
On the walls
Some birds fly
All their wings moving on the branches
When some birds fly
What is happening?
What are these shadows?
My room becomes a wood
Parrots land on my shoulders
And we're covered by leaves
While the sunlight is fading out
On the walls
Some birds fly
All their wings moving on the branches
When some birds fly
What is happening?
What are these shadows?
Over the stars on my ceiling
The night has come and deer smile
And I squeeze you in bed
Over the stars on my ceiling
We watch the clouds go far
And the dark blinds us
It blinds us
On the walls
Some birds fly
All their wings moving on the branches
When some birds fly
What is happening?
What are these shadows?
What is happening?
What are these shadows?
