The birds are in the bathroom
making chocolate cake
I am throwing pennies waiting
for you to wake, for you to wake

Thunderclouds are telling me to
hold onto you
They don’t know that
I am swollen and full of blue,
and full of blue
Birds know something
I don’t know, its going to rain
So I will make some butterpie and

leave for the train,
leave for the train
Never know the way to
leave unless you’re asleep
Remember the laughing days
for they are to keep,
they are to keep