White Feather

There's not enough millet in the world to show you my gratitude I'll give you that shiny toy that you keep glancing at No bells or chains, I remember you're not a fan of noise Tear up the walls, we'll paint over all of it later And I hate when I leave you alone But we both know that I have to go I hope that you can understand Have plenty of seed left in your bowl Even in the morning when you stab my sleepy eye with your beak Even at night, when you bite up the door frame overhead You turned my hair into your nest, it's a new form of fashion Have shit stains drop down from the walls, right onto my head And I hate when I leave you alone But we both know that I have to go I hope that you can understand Have plenty of seed left in your bowl I know you don't like when I grab you, but there's no other way I have to get the harness on you somehow to show you the world Feel the wind in your crest, you're not meant to live in restraint I'll give you the air that you deserve, let those wings fly And I hate when I leave you alone But we both know that I have to go I hope that you can understand Have plenty of seed left in your bowl I wish that you can go and outlive me for many years on Here let's trade places, go live to a hundred and one I've seen enough, it's your turn to take on the world So go soar above and forget about me when I am gone [Whistling]