Besedila: Bird York. Lovely Thing.

Drunk on a morning sky
it's the kind of day
you wanna wrap your arms around
watching the white birds fly as they circle up and float in space
preaching their religion without a sound
and I'm bursting with Everything
and I'm light as a cloud
'cause Love is filling me up
it's taking the edges off my heart
and Love just won't let me be
I'm floating just like a leaf in it's stream
what a lovely thing
and I know the world's gone mad
crazy with greed
but I can't fix it all today
'cause my rollercoaster heart is climbing up it's track oh yeah
and there ain't a damn thing in it's way
and I'm stuoid with aimless glee
and I'm talking to the trees
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