Lyrics Birds in the Cage - SLO

Birds in the Cage

Stranger than madness, the exile of night
The slow steady turning of that lonely flight
I gotta get up face the morning, sweet daylight again
Surrender to knowing, we’re fated to pretend
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we are always somewhat close to breaking?
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we’re the birds in the cage just masquerading?
Oh, no body knows the way that I’ve been hurting
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we are sitting up against at the same walls?
And that is crazy, no no
A stranger to sadness, the air as it rests
Slow rise and falling on my beating chest
If everything else turns to nothing, then who’s gonna know?
The way I adored you, as I let you go
As I let you go
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we are always somewhat close to breaking?
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we’re the birds in the cage just masquerading?
Oh, no body knows the way that I’ve been hurting
Could it be, could it be, could it be
That we are sitting up against at the same old?
And that is crazy, no no