Reach into the ocean and pull you out
Or I could pretend that I never heard you shout
I could come back someday
And find out what will happen to me

I could pull the moon down from the sky
And the day that chickens learn to fly
I will hop on their wings,
And they will let me out

Some say the earth is an egg that is defected and dead
And the moon just hasn’t quite hatched yet
When it does they will leave
And be sent by the sun to bed

Struck me on the head
Brain cells floating ‘round your bed
But you can’t sleep because you know,
You’ll soon be dead
I could never see
Why you were always chasing after me
My imagination as you can see,
Is nothing more than fiction
Yellow birds were once hiding in each painting
Now their down in the mines, waiting just waiting
For another crack in the wall,
Their walls soon crack around them

Back when neighbors made a carpet out of the ground
Well he knocked me around, that’s how I learned to see each sound
Now I can’t hear the sweet sound
Or her voice in the night

When they fly off, I won’t stand to
But I will make enough room for you
I hope you’re ready, for what the birds are goanna tell you

Throw your hand to me,
What are you waiting for?
Look at the wings
What are you waiting for?
I could never see
Why you were always chasing after me
My imagination as you can see
Is nothing more than fiction
Struck me on the head
Brain cells floating ‘round your bed
But you can’t sleep because you know,
You’ll soon be dead
Look at the wings, what was I waiting for
I’m staring at the ground, followed by the sky
What was I waiting for?