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Colorado, can you hear me? Are you listening, are you even there? Colorado, are you listening? Do you hear me, do you even care? The concrete canopy, mountains of symmetry The city policy, the city air. The burroughs I've seen seem so unfair Still the feathers on the sidewalk I find there. I do not need to speak, but I wanna listen To the tiniest of flights in their transmissions The words tied to their wings Well, they're the words I'm gonna sing The noise, small and strong, And a bird is a song. Torch the sails and set fire to our deals My heaven is here, my heaven is here Who would need escape, who would seek salvation From a place so bright and clear? I do not need to see but I need a vision A once seemless operation upon ignition The fuel that I sought away Will keep us through the darkest of days, SongtexteWill keep us well through winter's long. And when springtime starts to broadcast, Birds are our song. Keep your feathers clean and dry Keep your feathers clean and dry Aus Songtexte Mania