Binóculos

Follow the bird
But don’t mess with its flight
Don’t try to look with your hands
Being close takes other skills

Follow the bird
But don’t mess with its flight
Don’t try to look with your hands
Being close takes other skills

Of all the things, I hope you stay
Of all the things, I hope you stay
With me
With me

The little bird wanted to fly
And it flew
The little bird wanted to fly
And it really flew
I don’t mess around
I’m the type with binoculars
I never get in the way
I’ve got a heart made of foam

Of all the things, I hope you stay
Of all the things, I hope you stay
With me
With me

Of all the colors, I hope you turn blue
Of all the nights, I hope you greet the dawn in the end