Why do the birds sing
So early in the dawn?
They're honeys?? melodies before my days' alarm

I imagine them rehearsing
For some pickle elaborate show
That I've not been invited to
So I should never know
The songs they like to sing,
I supposed they're not too far
From all the songs I sing when I'm lonely in my car
If I were postman I'll wait for the afternoon
I'd be the lucky someone to be strapping on their tooth
But I think I like it better when I sleep late past that call
But I know perhaps that birds don't sing any at all

We are lonely,
Love comes easily to you,
But not the hurt
You're imperious to blue
I wish I knew
How to sing 'bout yet the colors too