Parrot Flies Songtext
von Algernon Cadwallader

So quick to cry. Give it all up. Toss it aside.
Sure, it will deteriorate eventually out of your mind but you′re left no better.
Why not build it into a mountain you can climb?

Take your bags and dump them on the floor. Now do it some more.
Quickly you will see that your arms won't be so tired and you′ll have all the making of a fort.

Conflicts need resolutions. They are a catalyst and I'm collecting lemons.
A parrot flies a thousand miles only to find he's gone the wrong direction.
He thinks if this is where I am, then this I is where I belong.