Tropical Birds

(álbum: F O R T R E S S - 2010)

The little bird hanging in your purse
Traveling bag and you never take him out
Little creatures flying off the page
A little prisoner you can lock up in a cage

Tropical birds love to get away
You wanna keep 'em but they never wanna stay
Little creatures, innocent and free
Your twisted sisters only wanna clip their wings

I've kept them most my life

It's their colorful feathers that hold me together
And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside
I don't know what it is but it is magic

It's their colorful feathers that hold me together
And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside
I don't know what it is but it's magic

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...