Lyrics
I understand the principle
I comprehend the fundamental idea
Wrapped it up inside my skull
I've encapsulated it within my mind
I just cannot seem to make it real
I struggle to bring it into tangible existence
Downward stroke, back and up
A rhythmic motion, descending and ascending
Downward stroke, back and up
(Repetition of the rhythmic motion)
And even without hollow bones
Even without lightness or freedom
And burdened down by all these clothes
Weighed down by the burdens of life
Against the forces of the Earth
Against the challenges posed by existence
I swear that I will make it real
I affirm my commitment to making it real
And when we go
When we depart
Take nothing with us
We leave without material possessions
Southerly
Towards the south
And when it's cold
During cold times
Then they will miss us
Our absence will be felt
Southerly
Towards the south
I have intellectualized
I've analyzed this intellectually
Looked at this from every side
Examined it comprehensively
I just cannot seem to make it fly
I still struggle to make it soar
Downward stroke, back and up
Rhythmic motion, descending and ascending
Downward stroke, back and up
(Repetition of the rhythmic motion)
Hush, pretty bird, don't you know you can't sing
Hush, delicate bird, awareness that you can't vocalize
Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky
Swoosh, little bird, about to take flight
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