Halou Hollow Bones
I understand the principle
Wrapped it up inside my skull
I just cannot seem to make it real
Downward stroke, back and up
Downward stroke, back and up
And even without hollow bones
And burdened down by all these clothes
Against the forces of the Earth
I swear that I will make it real
And when we go
Take nothing with us
Southerly
And when it’s cold
Then they will miss us
Southerly
I have intellectualized
Looked at this from every side
I just cannot seem to make it fly
Downward stroke, back and up
Downward stroke, back and up
Hush, pretty bird, don't you know you can't sing?
Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky
