“Unless a man has talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden.”

🎼🎶 ...:::••• Beautiful birds - Passengers •••:::...

 

Do you remember when we were two beautiful birds?

We would light up the sky, when we’d fly

You were orange and red like the sun when it sets

I was green as an apple’s eye

 

You said you loved all the songs that I'd sing

But nothing like you’d ever heard

And I said I loved you with all of my heart

When we were two beautiful birds

 

Do you remember when we were two beautiful birds?

We would say when the morning would come

You are silver and blue like the moon when it’s new

I was gold as the summer sun

 

But one day you asked for a different song

One that I just couldn’t sing

I got the melody sharp and the words all wrong

Those were the last days of spring

 

To build a nest we pecked feathers from our chests

Like a book tearing out every page

We want to know that these feathers would grow

Into a beautiful cage

Done