Canary - High Places

Our space is limited

It’s getting crowded

The river has dried up The air is looking clouded

Please come back, friends

We really messed up Please come back, friends

We say «Don't you judge how we live

The Earth will always give and give

There is no end to our riches

We’ll keep building streets and ditches»

Now those pigeons are all gone

Nevermore to block the sun

With their flapping wings of glory

Oh that death so strange and gory