Birds in the Cage - SLO

Stranger than madness, the exile of night

The slow steady turning of that lonely flight

I gotta get up face the morning, sweet daylight again

Surrender to knowing, we’re fated to pretend

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we are always somewhat close to breaking?

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we’re the birds in the cage just masquerading?

Oh, no body knows the way that I’ve been hurting

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we are sitting up against at the same walls?

And that is crazy, no no

A stranger to sadness, the air as it rests

Slow rise and falling on my beating chest

If everything else turns to nothing, then who’s gonna know?

The way I adored you, as I let you go

As I let you go

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we are always somewhat close to breaking?

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we’re the birds in the cage just masquerading?

Oh, no body knows the way that I’ve been hurting

Could it be, could it be, could it be

That we are sitting up against at the same old?

And that is crazy, no no