This song might be about a baby bird learning to fly.
insanity
maximus little
nathan goldman
2 bith
mr fish
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Story behind the song
I dunno, I was in a sad mood and wanted to write a pretty song.
Lyrics
I,
Can’t help myself,
From dreaming of,
The land of candied skies,
And I,
Often find myself,
Enamoured of,
The mugs you so despise.
I don’t wanna fly,
It’s dangerous,
Wontcha help me get by?
Ooh, oohhhh,
I,
Put a nail in my shelf,
It’s sort of like,
A little tiny man.
I,
Mutter to myself,
When time goes by,
We all are made of sand.
I don’t wanna fly,
It’s dangerous!
Wontcha help me get by?
Ooh, oohhhh
Sky,
Beckons to me,
But I won’t go,
‘Cause I’m not Peter Pan,
Fly,
It’s not that easy,
It takes hard work,
And assistance from the hardware man.