White stick with a red light
Floats past her on the right
It comes out above my head
Close to you, close to you
There is one bird in my house
She said you woke up from a dream
He felt better if I would
It damped his mood for a second
Then he remembered where he was
He regained his perspective
Flooding into the room, he smelt tire
He laid back listening to a fly
He saw washing hanging in the sun
He caught a fleeting glimpse of a man
Moving uphill, pursued by a bus
He saw a white church with a
Along the edge of his book
And he smelled tire again
Along the shaft of sunlight
Coming through the open door
He watched it cross the room
And get halfway and then it
Turned around and left, he laughed
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
He saw washing hanging in the sun
He caught a fleeting glimpse of a man
Moving uphill, pursued by a bus
He saw a white church with a
Along the edge of his book
And he smelled tire again
Along the shaft of sunlight
Coming through the open door
He watched it cross the room
And get halfway and then it
Turned around and left, he laughed
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house
There is one bird in my house