Rem – King Of Birds
Rem – King Of Birds
A thumbnail sketch, a jewelers stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man dont lay so still youre not yet young
Theres time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybodys looking on
(old dont lay so still youre not yet young,
Theres time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations).
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man dont lay so still, youre not yet young
Theres time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
Everybody hit the ground. everybody hit the ground.
