Wildbirds & Peacedrums Places
What makes this place different from all the places we have?
I smell the reborn earth in the noisy air
A special kind of one and something's going to fall
Who am I to make a crowd out of moving people?
I don't look like the rest and they don't look like each other
We are all dead fishes in a bowl
We are just so easy to laugh at
What makes this place sound so true
And fight like a red bull?
Knee high boots and a sharp umbrella
Somethings gonna fall
Someone's going to lose something
Someone's going to lose someone
Something's going to happen that we
Never could have guessed from the start
So how can a secret be a lie?
How can a lie look like the truth?
How can that truth just be a shadow?
A shadow to the secret?