Harry Adams - Pigeons

How could one describe
The colors they see to the blind?
It's got me so fucked up
My god it's got me so fucked up - it seams
The filthiest birds in the street
How they shimmer with purple and green
It's got me so fucked up
My god it's got me

If I could see infrared
I could see ultraviolet
I could see aquamarine
And colors that I've never seen

If I could see infrared
I could see ultraviolet
But unlike the falling of leaves
They're not coming back in the Spring

Not a day goes by
That the passenger pigeon's alive
It's got me so fucked up
My god it's got me so fucked up - it seams
That the iridescence of their wings
Plays tricks on my vision of things
It's got me so fucked up
My god it's got me

If I could see infrared
I could see ultraviolet
I could see aquamarine
And colors that I've never seen

If I could see infrared
I could see ultraviolet
But unlike the falling of leaves
They're not coming back in the Spring

Written by:
Harry Adams

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