Yellow birds from Trieste by sleeping dogs lie

I see stars
or yellow birds, rather
flightlessness a must
‘cause someone sold the sky
there’s air up there
there’s air up there
and pretty clouds too
but I can’t tell the difference
without the blues

herds
there’s herds of
herds
there’s herds of
of them yellow birds

Every day’s the same ‘cuz
Every day’s the same ‘cuz
Every day’s the same ‘cuz
Every day’s the same
‘cause the sun shines all the time
‘cause someone cursed the darkness
haven’t slept a wink
since the last night harkened

herds
there’s herds of
herds
there’s herds of
of them yellow birds

I see stars
or yellow birds, rather
reticent
and downtrodden
and resigned
and angry
and cowering
and startled
and scared
and belittled
and aggressive
and unsure
herds
there’s herds of
herds
there’s herds of
of them yellow birds

I see stars
or yellow birds, rather
flightlessness a must
‘cause someone sold the sky
there’s air up there
there’s air up there
and pretty clouds too
but I can’t tell the difference
without the blues

herds
there’s herds of
herds
there’s herds of
of them yellow birds

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