Birdgrass
When I close my eyes, the room is good
The room is white
The room is clean
The room is sparse
The room is good
When I open my eyes

And the bird lives in a cage
And the bird lives in a cage

In the winter morn, the grass is good
The grass is white
The grass is clean
The grass is sparse
The grass is good
When spring unveils the day

And the bird lives in a cage
And the bird lives in a cage