Pram Three Wild Georges
Sound that comes from the upstairs room
Is like the sound of my stranded heart
The sound of something alive and afraid
Is like my stranded heart
Helpless bird, beat on in vain
Beat out your life on the windowpane
Remember the sun, remember the light
And the freedom of flight
Afraid of the shadows of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free
Afraid of the snares of the dark world inside
It struggles to be free
Helpless bird, beat on in vain
Beat out your life on the windowpane
Remember the sun, remember the light
And the freedom of flight
