Watery dreams and bicycle schemes
I ride on a wing and a wheel
Body is weak but the mind is keen
It only matters how I feel
This little bird is gonna fly fly fly
Fantastic fortunes in my pretty little eye
I pick you up and I dust off the ground
Buckets of beautiful to go around
Faces melt like a tired window pane
When we are older the light inside must reign
It's the years in between where we incubate our dreams
Wake up one morning and nothing's as it seems
This little bird is gonna fly fly fly
Fantastic fortunes in my pretty little eye
I pick you up and I dust off the ground
Buckets of beautiful to go around
Don't you listen to a word I say
By my own volition I have gone astray
I burned the map and now I wander to my grave
This little bird is gonna fly fly fly
Fantastic fortunes in my pretty little eye
I pick you up and I dust off the ground
Buckets of beautiful to go around
