Locked in a paddock, loose in a plain
Revelation is all the same:
Crowds of atoms, uproars of silence
A few bills pecking at your brain.
Give them back
Give it back!
You scream on your own
But the little birds are nested,
Clung to what they’re told.
Locked in a paddock, loose in a plain
Revelation is all the same:
Crowds of atoms, uproars of silence
A few bills pecking at your brain.
Give them back
Give it back!
You scream on your own
But the little birds are nested,
Clung to what they’re told.
Southern Wild 