Besedila: They Might Be Giants. Birds Fly.

Birds fly into my windshield, thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm was left here by the police

Words fall out of my pockets and cats dance under my feet
This colorful spell under which I live protects me from all I write

And the microscope reveals the scope of my very best intentions
Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright on the only nice part of me

Birds fly into my windshield, thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm was left here by the police

And the microscope reveals the scope of my very best intentions
Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright on the only nice part of me