Robin

The sweet smell of optimism or the slight sense of success The taste of social organisation or a vision nonetheless Daisies watch and whisper as they wait for me to grow and prosper Spike me with the scents of the scene whilst their singing; la la la la la And the Robin flew the nest And she's beating in my chest And the Robin flew the nest I think she's different to the rest She's an iron curtain Mysterious I suppose I'm close to getting through it To learn those cons and pros And the Robin flew the nest And she's beating in my chest And the Robin flew the nest I think she's different to the rest (She could have something wrong with her) Mysteries I uncover won't change this heart of mine She could have something wrong with her The thing I didn't foresee, the other guy has beaten me And the Robin flew the nest And she's beating in my chest And the Robin flew the nest I think she's different to the rest