Big Bird – Graham Coxon

Big bird, big sad, no word, big bad
Colours fill the floor, leaving me no more
Small lines, small head, no mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form, penciled on the door
Easelessly, ceaselessly

Big bird, big sad, no word, big bad
Colours fill the floor, leaving me no more
Small lines, small head, no mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form, penciled on the door