The Nits - Seven Green Parrots lyrics
[The Nits - Seven Green Parrots lyrics]
The colours of their feathers
Change like traffic lights
Snowflakes are falling on the ground
And a feather is whirling without a sound
Sometimes in a dream I
Walk a snow-white street
I can hear somebody whisper
Underneath my feet
A needle is scratching a rubber soul
In the ice on the river a big black hole
And now that I am looking at this naked tree
I feel every branch is a bone inside me
The boy who is climbing without a sound
And the man who is standing on the ground
So seven green parrots are flying away
They leave me in the grey light
Closing down this winter's day
The snowflakes are falling on the ground
And a feather is whirling without a sound