Hollow Bones - Halou

I understand the principle

Wrapped it up inside my skull

I just cannot seem to make it real

Downward stroke, back and up

Downward stroke, back and up

And even without hollow bones

And burdened down by all these clothes

Against the forces of the Earth

I swear that I will make it real

And when we go

Take nothing with us

Southerly

And when it’s cold

Then they will miss us

Southerly

I have intellectualized

Looked at this from every side

I just cannot seem to make it fly

Downward stroke, back and up

Downward stroke, back and up

Hush, pretty bird, don’t you know you can’t sing?

Whoosh, little bird gonna take to the sky