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.