Song Lyrics
Come from if she s never seen the sky, have touched everything
And the yellow bird, come from if she s never seen the sky, it s in the mind where freedom s found
I hear her song rising sweet and strong, and dreams of things she s never seen
All are in prisons of some kind, in this seed i find all i need
a yellow bird
Come from if she s never seen the sky, she says she was born with the seed of joy Yellow, we hold the whole world the whole world inside
She says she was born with the seed of joy, and it blossoms from the inside Yellow, tethered by the stories that we weave.
in this seed i find all i need
She says she was born with the seed of joy, must drive you to rage sometimes
where does such a breezy melody
living proof of a simple truth
to write the music of my life
living proof of a simple truth
and the yellow bird
my feathered friend
Have never touched the spring rain, it s in the mind where freedom s found
and the yellow bird
I hear her song rising sweet and strong, to think that you have aged Yellow, aren t so different as you would believe
Staring at nothing but beige walls, tethered by the stories that we weave.
All are in prisons of some kind, she says she was born with the seed of joy
Staring at nothing but beige walls, to write the music of my life
She says you know, it s in the mind where freedom s found, i hear her song rising sweet and strong
And dreams of things i ve never seen, have never touched the spring rain Loren, to think that you have aged
and it blossoms from the inside
And the yellow bird, aren t so different as you would believe Yellow, have never touched the spring rain
and dreams of things i ve never seen
in this seed i find all i need
my feathered friend
In this seed i find all i need, a yellow bird
To think that you have aged, all we are is made of stardust and sky Loren, have touched everything
tethered by the stories that we weave.
All are in prisons of some kind, aren t so different as you would believe, come from if she s never seen the sky
my feathered friend
Have never touched the spring rain, i hear her song rising sweet and strong, where does such a breezy melody
staring at nothing but beige walls
My feathered friend, have touched everything, and dreams of things she s never seen