Birds

A bird in the hand, two in the bush Three on the wire, four flying overhead Riding the wind, paying no mind Taking their time, on a cloudy bed It's honest, It's freeing But it's a living Reflected within this Pure love we're giving Flying so high on the breeze Soaring up above those autumn trees Following calls and filling those needs Never questioning the shape of things A bird in the hand, two in the bush Three on the wire, four flying overhead Perching in trees, singing a song Searching for love, finding life ahead It's humble, It's regal But it's a living Reflected within this Pure love we're giving Flying so high on the breeze Soaring up above those autumn trees Following calls and filling those needs Never questioning the shape of things