Parakeet

You wake up in the morning

And fall out of your bed

Mean cats eat parakeets

And the swan's nearly dead

You dearly wish the wind would shift

And glues a window slide

Open for the parakeet

This color, bitter lime

Open the window

To lift into your dreams

Baby, baby

You can barely breathe

Broken wrist, an accident

You know that something's wrong

You fold the leavings of your past

No one knows you've gone

Sunspot flare severely 90's

Light up your wings

And scan the shortwave radio

It's tracking outer rings

Open the window

To lift into a dream

Baby, baby

You can't start to breathe

Tectonic dispatcher shifts

To smooth the ocean floor

And flattens out to warmer winds

Brisbane's sunny shore

A Buddhist and a man he missed

And he made from the leaves

Eucalyptus fragrances

And coriander seed

Open the window

To lift into a dream

Baby, baby

You can't start to breathe

Open the window

To lift into a dream

Baby, baby

You can't start to breathe

You wake up in the morning

To warm pacific breeze

You meet cats, chew on licorice

You cannot climb the trees