Sting - Language Of Birds Lyrics




They say there's an underground river,
That none of us can see,
And it flows through winding tunnels,
On its way to a tide-less sea.

And across that sea is an island,
A paradise we are told,
Where the toils of life are forgotten,
And they call it the Island of Souls.

For only a soul can go there,
A soul that's been set free,
From the confines of a working life,
To find eternity.

Your old man had a cage for his pigeons,
But that's really where he kept his soul,
And when he watched them fly he would see himself,
Least that's how it was told.

But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
While the birds they soared to the sky,
But he couldn't find his own way out,
Least not 'til the day he died.

Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
This solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words,
He'd be easier speaking the language of birds,
For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

A man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
The solitary madness is where he is driven,
It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.





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  1. Juan Sales Durá

    Lyrics

    They say there's an underground river,
    That none of us can see,
    And it flows through winding tunnels,
    On its way to a tide-less sea.

    And across that sea is an island,
    A paradise we are told,
    Where the toils of life are forgotten,
    And they call it the Island of Souls.

    For only a soul can go there,
    A soul that's been set free,
    From the confines of a working life,
    To find eternity.

    Your old man had a cage for his pigeons,
    But that's really where he kept his soul,
    And when he watched them fly he would see himself,
    Least that's how it was told.

    But his soul was still trapped in the cage son,
    While the birds they soared to the sky,
    But he couldn't find his own way out,
    Least not 'til the day he died.

    Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
    His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
    This solitary madness is where he is driven,
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

    I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words,
    He'd be easier speaking the language of birds,
    For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done,
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

    A man builds a cage with the tools he is given,
    His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun,
    The solitary madness is where he is driven,
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son,
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage.

  2. Виктория Виктория

    "A man build a cage with the tools he is given". Isn't it exactly the way we mangle our instinct for truly dig realisation of the meaning of "true" & "happy"

  3. inonaizik

    They say there's an underground river
    That none of us can see
    And it flows through winding tunnels
    On its way to a tide-less sea

    And across that sea is an island
    A paradise we are told
    Where the toils of life are forgotten
    And they call it the Island of Souls

    For only a soul can go there
    A soul that's been set free
    From the confines of a working life
    To find eternity

    Your old man had a cage for his pigeons
    But that's really where he kept his soul
    And when he watched them fly he would see himself
    Least that's how it was told

    But his soul was still trapped in the cage son
    While the birds they soared to the sky
    But he couldn't find his own way out
    Least not 'til the day he died

    Oh, a man builds a cage with the tools he is given
    His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun
    This solitary madness is where he is driven
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage

    I know that he loved you, but he hadn't the words
    He'd be easier speaking the language of birds
    For to speak of emotion, it just wasn't done
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage

    A man builds a cage with the tools he is given
    His casket is sealed with a riveter's gun
    The solitary madness is where he is driven
    It was him who was trapped in the soul cage son
    It was him that was trapped in the soul cage

  4. FLAT EARTH BRITISH SUB

    Yes we have been trapped at the bottom of the sea but we are not fish.
    We are not all we have been told, Flat Earth rests on the depths of a Globe.
    Phoenician NWO? lead balloon.

  5. Miki Osep

    Another good song by Sting, with intelligent lyrics. How about that?