Текст Jonathan Wilson – Rare Birds

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

We will take off
From the belts of radiation
And from 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 pitchfork at your side
Your tunes they will be forgotten
Way out in the desert boy there’s nowhere to hide
See your face in the sun’s daily mirror
A 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
Loving, working and losing our fears

But 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
From your face in the sun’s daily mirror

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