King Of Birds - REM

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

Standing on the shoulders of giants

Leaves me cold

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

Leaves me cold

A mean idea to call my own

A hundred million birds fly

Away

Away

Everybody hit the ground

Everybody hit the ground

Everybody hit the ground