Birdsong [Interlude]
Colm Moore, Mansur Brown, RAYE
Where you at?
Ooh ooh eh, If I If I, yeah yeah
If I could pick a thousand colors
And then take them to the sky
I would, believe me
If I could choose a thousand flavors
And put them in a pie
I could, believe me, but
I'm so frustrated and consumed by the fact
That they won't tell us why
And what they're doing, so
See the branches in the
Trees overlooking passersby
Quietly singing my birdsong
Like a song bird singing, singing
You're nothing it's a sad scene
And it's dark yeah
Like a song bird singing
So sweetly some sad song
So sweetly (so, yeah)
So sweetly some sad song
So sweetly, so sweetly
So sweetly some sad song so sweetly some sad
