Real Tuesday Weld (The)
Little White Birds
You're tired of searchingThat wide horizonFor the glimpse of a wingOr some feathered thing flyingYou're tired of waiting For those little white birdies to comeYou've got your friends And you've gor your family,And you need their loveAnd their understanding.But you're still waiting for thoseLittle white birdies to come.And they never come.And you'll still be waitingTill you're lying there dyingAnd you'll still be searchingThat wide horizon.Looking out the windowTo see if those little white birdies have come.You'll be looking out the windowTo see if those little white birdies have come.But they never come,They never come,They never come.
From Letras Mania