The Birds

Everything has change
Everything is gone
I’m not what you think
But I’m what you want

If my legs
try to go to you
If my arms
try to hugh you

I can do everything,
But I can’t tell you
That I really love you

If the birds don’t speak whit you
And so I have to take my heart
And give to you

If my arms
Try to hugh you
It doesn’t work
So it doesn’t matter
To you

If the birds don’t speak whit you
And so I have to take my heart
And give to you