Two Goldfinches in your mouth
You're a comfortable hunter, living in town
The grass does grow in the bricks where they crack
But you're tame now, like a flower in its pot
What have we done, what have we done oh
What are we doing still?
If I was you, I'm sure I'd be doing the same things that you do
Flora oh flora, respiring the sun
Millions of years before we came along
Flowers bloom, it's what they grow to do
You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too
What have we done, what have we done oh
What are we doing still?
If I was you, I'm sure I'd be doing the same things that you do
You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too
You catch Blackbirds and Goldfinches too
