"Pigeons" lyrics
"Pigeons"
Wake up, come down
The grass hasn't grown too high
Well, ease your body down
If you want to you can unhook your safety line
Well, ease your body down
The grass all around us is just green and fine
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows
When you know that there are pigeons on the roof?
Your reflection's looking clearer
Now that you're working on a cloudy day
And those ninth-floor office ladies
They only hear what your beady little eyes gonna say
You better wave your hands if you need a breeze
Better spread real wings if you wanna to fly
You'll remember how to fly tonight in your dreams
You know you're dreaming
When there's nothing there worth buying
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows
When you know that there are pigeons on the roof?
Wake up - leave your body lying there
It's like another - just another wrinkle in the sheets
Wake up - I'm gonna poke you if you don't wake up
You remember how to fly?
We've all been waiting
We've been wondering - will we ever know the truth?
What it's like washing windows
When you know that there are pigeons on the roof?
Writer(s): Michael N. Houser, David A. Schools, Domingo S. Ortiz, Todd A. Nance, John F. Bell
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- Widespread Panic Lyrics
album: "Widespread Panic" (1991)
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