And the Birds...

Pin to your intuition, is there a space between Every uniform citizen, living this mystery And in this isolation, there's a silent calm And I'm through the leaves of past And the past again, this is going underneath my feet And the birds will sing, you are everything And the land will sing, you are nothing You're nothing We are mad aspiration, all they want from us Is a new direction, better than the first And if you find them on the cliffs, of tugimoro Let them go, yeah Through the leaves of past And the past again, this is going underneath my feet And the birds will sing, you are everything And the land will sing, you are nothing You're nothing