Lletres: Brendan Benson. Bird's Eye View.

This is only a bird's eye view
Of how I see things between me and you
And everyone in between
It's just how it seems to be

You can't escape the jails
Or the crucifier's nails
So just have a seat
Breathe slowly and deeply
Repeat after me I'm sorry

The TV's always on
And if you press your ear to the wall
You can hear, you can hear
The tears hit the floor

You can see right through to the core
If you just wear these special glasses
I've got a theory about the man and his wife
And how the other half dies
And what really goes on when they're all alone

So dress your sons and daughters
In neutral colors and pray
So dress your sons and daughters
In neutral colors and pray