| Song | Birds Without Wings |
| Artist | David Gray |
| Album | A Century Ends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gray | |
| Wishing that something would happen | |
| A change in this place' | |
| Cause I’m tearing off the fancy wrapping | |
| Find an empty package | |
| Take for a while | |
| Your trumpet from your lip | |
| Loosen your hold | |
| Loosen your grip | |
| On your old ways | |
| That have fallen out of step | |
| In a changing time | |
| Hoist a new flag, hoist a new flag | |
| Angry sun burn down | |
| Judging us all | |
| Guilty of neglect and disrespect | |
| And thinking small | |
| And death by boredom | |
| And death by greed | |
| If we can’t stop taking | |
| More than we need | |
| But across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things tired ideas | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| And these are just thoughts | |
| Of lack luster times | |
| I’ve no interest | |
| In excuses you can find | |
| Like you’ve had a hard day | |
| Now you’re too tired to care | |
| Now you’re too tired to care | |
| You’ve had a hard day | |
| Well, across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things | |
| Tired ideas broken values | |
| Many with the notion that to share is to lose | |
| A hollow people bound by a lack | |
| Of imagination and too much looking back | |
| Without the courage to give a new thing a chance | |
| Grounded by this ignorance(And the cat comes) | |
| We’re just | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings |
| zuo ci : Gray | |
| Wishing that something would happen | |
| A change in this place' | |
| Cause I' m tearing off the fancy wrapping | |
| Find an empty package | |
| Take for a while | |
| Your trumpet from your lip | |
| Loosen your hold | |
| Loosen your grip | |
| On your old ways | |
| That have fallen out of step | |
| In a changing time | |
| Hoist a new flag, hoist a new flag | |
| Angry sun burn down | |
| Judging us all | |
| Guilty of neglect and disrespect | |
| And thinking small | |
| And death by boredom | |
| And death by greed | |
| If we can' t stop taking | |
| More than we need | |
| But across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things tired ideas | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| And these are just thoughts | |
| Of lack luster times | |
| I' ve no interest | |
| In excuses you can find | |
| Like you' ve had a hard day | |
| Now you' re too tired to care | |
| Now you' re too tired to care | |
| You' ve had a hard day | |
| Well, across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things | |
| Tired ideas broken values | |
| Many with the notion that to share is to lose | |
| A hollow people bound by a lack | |
| Of imagination and too much looking back | |
| Without the courage to give a new thing a chance | |
| Grounded by this ignorance And the cat comes | |
| We' re just | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings |
| zuò cí : Gray | |
| Wishing that something would happen | |
| A change in this place' | |
| Cause I' m tearing off the fancy wrapping | |
| Find an empty package | |
| Take for a while | |
| Your trumpet from your lip | |
| Loosen your hold | |
| Loosen your grip | |
| On your old ways | |
| That have fallen out of step | |
| In a changing time | |
| Hoist a new flag, hoist a new flag | |
| Angry sun burn down | |
| Judging us all | |
| Guilty of neglect and disrespect | |
| And thinking small | |
| And death by boredom | |
| And death by greed | |
| If we can' t stop taking | |
| More than we need | |
| But across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things tired ideas | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| And these are just thoughts | |
| Of lack luster times | |
| I' ve no interest | |
| In excuses you can find | |
| Like you' ve had a hard day | |
| Now you' re too tired to care | |
| Now you' re too tired to care | |
| You' ve had a hard day | |
| Well, across the fractured landscape | |
| I see the same things | |
| Tired ideas broken values | |
| Many with the notion that to share is to lose | |
| A hollow people bound by a lack | |
| Of imagination and too much looking back | |
| Without the courage to give a new thing a chance | |
| Grounded by this ignorance And the cat comes | |
| We' re just | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings | |
| Birds without wings |