High Flying from Shock Horror by The Birdwatchers

Beware the sun
It blinds and melts the binds
You were warned
About flying too high

But you don't fear the streets cause you don't really care
And you don't see the people, you don't feel the stares
Life is living for colors in a monochromatic sea
Else we're lining our coffers in exchange for our humanity

Making wax wings with dreams of flying away
Unaware there's no escaping from this forest of clay
But convinced that there's a way out
Convinced that there's an end to this
Flying through the motions, automation is bliss
Wait

I never wanted this
Lie for your friends
I don't want to exist
Lie to your friends

Doesn't matter if the Winged Wheel is losing today
Realize gravity's the only thing I can't push away
And the balance will shift as the game is conceded
A need to feel wanted
A want to feel needed

• Alternative
• garage rock
• indie
• indie rock
• Columbia