© 2012 Mark Cote
ones without perspective
follow the cold objective
from those who stand tall
smile at you while they make you small
the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo
thoughts of a drone collective
could not be so objective
subtle blood no one knows
for in their eyes they see their nose
the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo
(chorus) and the sunrise in the desert
built by grains of sand
sunrise in the desert
dirty money dirty hands
sunrise in the desert
illusions of promised lands
hind-sighted inspirations
and acts of desperation
won't stop the hands of time
whether you whether me
and the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo
life in aggravation
double-talking frustration
clouded minds walk along
life is such a simple song
the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo
(chorus)