Birds - Chef’Special

I wish people would stop yelling and start listening

I wish birds would start talking and stop whistling

Cause they know things that I don’t know

Seven of them sitting on that wall

Staring at a lost soul and fly away

Too close to the window

I’m looking for some info

Can I trust Google Maps' photographs

What’s flying like, are you free above

Is it really that worth, dreaming of

Or does that to get old like making love and alcohol

Or that track you wrote that made them all dance on the dancingfloor

But the dancing floor, it ends at four

When the dancing people have to go

And there is nothing left for you to roll, than home

Sun don’t shine at night

Oh no, it don’t

If only you would just open your eyes

I know i’m not alone

Is it alright if all these words don’t mean nothing at all

I wish I was from a broken home

To explain the fact that i’m cold and alone

But my family is golden so it’s probably just my own fault again

I wish those seven birds came back

And told me why this earth is wack

Cause it ain’t sync what we deserve and get

Or do you think we should work on that

Sunday evening, monday is eager to kill me like he did last week

I’m not the guy you think you need

I wish that you start missing me

And start distinguishing you and I

For we are the same and you’re in my mind

But rain replaces snow and that’s just pretty fucking lame