Language Of Birds - Sting

They say there’s an underground river

That none of us can see

And it flows through winding tunnels

On its way to a tide-less sea

And across that sea is an island

A paradise we are told

Where the toils of life are forgotten

And they call it the Island of Souls

For only a soul can go there

A soul that’s been set free

From the confines of a working life

To find eternity

Your old man had a cage for his pigeons

But that’s really where he kept his soul

And when he watched them fly he would see himself

Least that’s how it was told

But his soul was still trapped in the cage son

While the birds they soared to the sky

But he couldn’t find his own way out

Least not until the day he died

Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given

His casket is sealed with a riveter’s gun

This solitary madness is where he is driven

It was him who was trapped in the soul cage, son

It was him that was trapped in the soul cage

I know that he loved you, but he hadn’t the words

He’d be easier speaking the language of birds

For to speak of emotion, it just wasn’t done

It was him who was trapped in the soul cage, son

It was him that was trapped in the soul cage

Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given

His casket is sealed with a riveter’s gun

This solitary madness is where he is driven

It was him who was trapped in the soul cage, son

It was him that was trapped in the soul cage