Hollow Bones

I understand the principle

Wrapped it up inside my skull

I just cannot seem to make it real



Downward stroke, back and up

Downward stroke, back and up



And even without hollow bones

And burdened down by all these clothes

Against the forces of the Earth

I swear that I will make it real



And when we go

Take nothing with us



Southerly



And when it’s cold

Then they will miss us



Southerly



I have intellectualized

Looked at this from every side

I just cannot seem to make it fly



Downward stroke, back and up

Downward stroke, back and up



Hush, pretty bird, don't you know you can't sing?

Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky