Lyric King Of Birds

A thumbnail sketch a jeweler s stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don t lay so still you re not yet young
There s time to teach point to point
Point observation children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold leaves me cold.
A mean idea to call my own a hundred million birds fly

Singer sing me a given singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody s looking on
(Old man don t lay so still you re not yet young,
there s time to teach, point to point,
point observation, children carry reservations).
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.

I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don t lay so still, you re not yet young
There s time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away

Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.