Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last secondYou see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the timeBut unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stonesNow due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existenceIt becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their ascentMr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all materialBirds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last secondBut unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stonesNow due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existenceIt becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost like my life will fall
My life will fall unless I see their ascent
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all rightMr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'monMr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all materialMr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all materialMr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material