Do you wonder why
The bird is bored of flying
It never asked to be alive
To be a bird
And never cared for heights

And it’s seen the earth
For what it is, the big ball of inconsequence
Still, it sings

There’s such a place as too far
There’s such a thing as too much
And we all want fire until it burns
We all want more until it starts to hurt

Do you wonder why
The bird is bored of flying
Still, it sings
Shoot it down
And pull the wings out
I am waiting
Shoot it down
With copper bullets
I am waiting

Because we all want fire until it burns
Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt

Here comes the ground again
My concrete safety net
As I leave the sky for the earth
I shed
Shed my feathers and my small net worth
Here comes the ground again
I want less
I want less
I want less

Shoot it down
Pull the wings out
I am waiting
Shoot it down
With copper bullets
I am waiting

Because we all want fire until it burns
Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt

And I’ve come as far as I can go
Close enough to know
Bird is bored
Bird is bored
Bird is bored, bored of flying

I’ve sell all that I care to see
Become what I don’t want to be
Bird is bored
Bird is bored
Bored of flying
Bored of flying
Bird is bored
Bird is bored
Bored of flying