Hire A Bird

by Think Tree



The sun will burn a hole right through

your parasols

The clouds so sick they've split in two

from aerosols

The air will fill your lungs with fists

for ev'ry breath

'til future days when life exists

to mirror death



So you're wondering why

They put heaven on high

Why the gods don't visit us anymore

And you lift your eye

To the deep blue sky:

The only way out is up



And so you hire a bird to sing your songs

And you buy her a tree to start things off

And you wire the words through lines of leaves

And you hope that she shows when comes the sun

She may never sing

She may never show

But you don't know



The lake, the sea: the tireless gloves

where nature's hand

Still holds her sceptre far above

her bastard, man

The shore where centuries of sand

through waves have raced

Invites a swim, but think where man

deposits waste



So you're wondering why

They put heaven on high

Why the angles tolerate pillowy floors

As you lift your eye

To the birth blue sky:

The only way out is up



And so you hire a bird to sing your songs

And you buy her a tree to start things off

And you wire the words through lines of leaves

And you hope that she shows when comes the sun

She may never sing

She may never show

But you don't know