Rare Birds - Jonathan Wilson

Rare Birds, we are out in space

And at the moment we’re weightless

This feeling will last as long as we like

Charming the views as we orbit the earth

And it is constantly changing

It’s living with pain

It’s telling us this

We will Take off

From the belts of Radiation

And at the moment of Impact

We feel a powerful

Shockwave from the sun

Colliding we see

Results of Beta Decay

Still the earth’s not withstanding

Demand is growing

We’re breaking her back

Falsetto Folkies with Pitchfork at yr side

Your tunes they will be forgotten

Way out in the Desert boy there’s nowhere to hide

From your face in the Sun’s Daily Mirror

Black Pirate Paradox

Silver and Gold

Floating just over your head

Weeping, Once upon

An angel we cried

But the whole tone was changing

Our friends, they did not follow us here

Yeah We were Rare Birds

We made magic on some fallen star

And we were perfectly timeless, working

, loving and losing our fear

Well It’s a Hand Me Down riddle

With God on it’s side

His tone and his trumpet forgotten

Way out in the Desert boy

There’s nowhere to hide

See your face in the suns daily mirror

Pelican cases on Jesus’s flight

W no room in the Overheads

La La La x1000