Texty: The Beatles. And Your Bird Can Sing.

You tell me that you've every thing you want
And bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders
And your bird can sing
But you can't see me, you can't see me
When your prized possessions
Start to wear you down
Look in my direction
I'll be round i'll be round
When your bird is broken
Will it bring you down
You may be awoken
I'll be round i'll be round
Tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me