A Lulling
What's more absurd than a flightless bird?
All these heads in the clouds, I'm still on land, my head buried in the sand
I pull myself up and see you
Nobody seems to need me around
They're busy changing the world, I can't help but stare, never leaving my chair
So tell me if you're a mirage, honeysuckle
In a bizarre collage of joy and trouble
Amid thunderous applause
Lullabye serenade me with all of my flaws
All these heads in the clouds, I'm still on land, my head buried in the sand
I pull myself up and see you
Nobody seems to need me around
They're busy changing the world, I can't help but stare, never leaving my chair
So tell me if you're a mirage, honeysuckle
In a bizarre collage of joy and trouble
Amid thunderous applause
Lullabye serenade me with all of my flaws
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Writer(s): Alexander, Francis, Oliver
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