Song | Birds in My Tree |
Artist | Strawberry Alarm Clock |
Album | Incense and Peppermints |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bartek, Bunnell | |
Everytime the bird man comes | |
He flies overneath the bridge | |
He swoops down low | |
And picks me up | |
And carries me over the ridge | |
But somehow | |
I discovered his game | |
And he no longer seems to fly | |
Anymore | |
That way | |
"Clever fellow, isn't he?" | |
"Yes, very clever." | |
But for now | |
I find it hard | |
To reason | |
With myself | |
And just in case | |
I can't conceive | |
Of anybody else | |
I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all | |
"What kind of joint is this?" | |
The time has come | |
For me to see | |
Just how much | |
It means to me | |
To tell someone | |
Of what went on | |
Now that the bird man's gone | |
Even though you'll find it strange | |
All along the bird man really was me |
zuo ci : Bartek, Bunnell | |
Everytime the bird man comes | |
He flies overneath the bridge | |
He swoops down low | |
And picks me up | |
And carries me over the ridge | |
But somehow | |
I discovered his game | |
And he no longer seems to fly | |
Anymore | |
That way | |
" Clever fellow, isn' t he?" | |
" Yes, very clever." | |
But for now | |
I find it hard | |
To reason | |
With myself | |
And just in case | |
I can' t conceive | |
Of anybody else | |
I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all | |
" What kind of joint is this?" | |
The time has come | |
For me to see | |
Just how much | |
It means to me | |
To tell someone | |
Of what went on | |
Now that the bird man' s gone | |
Even though you' ll find it strange | |
All along the bird man really was me |
zuò cí : Bartek, Bunnell | |
Everytime the bird man comes | |
He flies overneath the bridge | |
He swoops down low | |
And picks me up | |
And carries me over the ridge | |
But somehow | |
I discovered his game | |
And he no longer seems to fly | |
Anymore | |
That way | |
" Clever fellow, isn' t he?" | |
" Yes, very clever." | |
But for now | |
I find it hard | |
To reason | |
With myself | |
And just in case | |
I can' t conceive | |
Of anybody else | |
I tried and tried to make it clear that what I want is not real at all | |
" What kind of joint is this?" | |
The time has come | |
For me to see | |
Just how much | |
It means to me | |
To tell someone | |
Of what went on | |
Now that the bird man' s gone | |
Even though you' ll find it strange | |
All along the bird man really was me |