كلمات Canary

Our space is limited It's getting crowded The river has dried up The air is looking clouded Please come back, friends We really messed up Please come back, friends We say "Don't you judge how we live The Earth will always give and give There is no end to our riches We'll keep building streets and ditches" Now those pigeons are all gone Nevermore to block the sun With their flapping wings of glory Oh that death so strange and gory