Songbird
๐ต 926 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:46 duration
๐ ID: 307527
๐ Lyrics
I listened to a bird that told me all
He seemed to make no sense as I recall
I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
They didn't need to know how they were made
I wondered if the world kept something hid
Denied to me, for something that I did
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
I listened to a bird that told me all
He seemed to make no sense as I recall
So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
A single verse that told me anything
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
He seemed to make no sense as I recall
I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
They didn't need to know how they were made
I wondered if the world kept something hid
Denied to me, for something that I did
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
I listened to a bird that told me all
He seemed to make no sense as I recall
So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
A single verse that told me anything
The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
The placid pond, the bird in flight
The lion stalking 'round his kill
The flower's purpose on the hill
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.39] I listened to a bird that told me all
[00:27.73] He seemed to make no sense as I recall
[00:32.33] I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
[00:37.18] Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
[00:47.43] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[00:52.43] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[00:57.54] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[01:02.43] The flower's purpose on the hill
[01:11.40] I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
[01:16.80] They didn't need to know how they were made
[01:21.80] I wondered if the world kept something hid
[01:26.47] Denied to me, for something that I did
[01:37.17] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[01:42.23] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[01:46.94] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[01:51.84] The flower's purpose on the hill
[01:56.66]
[02:20.63] I listened to a bird that told me all
[02:25.57] He seemed to make no sense as I recall
[02:30.59] So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
[02:35.70] A single verse that told me anything
[02:45.94] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[02:50.60] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[02:55.68] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[03:00.76] The flower's purpose on the hill
[03:11.28]
[00:27.73] He seemed to make no sense as I recall
[00:32.33] I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
[00:37.18] Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
[00:47.43] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[00:52.43] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[00:57.54] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[01:02.43] The flower's purpose on the hill
[01:11.40] I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
[01:16.80] They didn't need to know how they were made
[01:21.80] I wondered if the world kept something hid
[01:26.47] Denied to me, for something that I did
[01:37.17] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[01:42.23] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[01:46.94] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[01:51.84] The flower's purpose on the hill
[01:56.66]
[02:20.63] I listened to a bird that told me all
[02:25.57] He seemed to make no sense as I recall
[02:30.59] So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
[02:35.70] A single verse that told me anything
[02:45.94] The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
[02:50.60] The placid pond, the bird in flight
[02:55.68] The lion stalking 'round his kill
[03:00.76] The flower's purpose on the hill
[03:11.28]