[00:00.00]Bird of Space - Bonnie Dobson
[00:09.75]Written by：Ben McPeek
[00:19.51]You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
[00:29.05]And when you can no longer well in the solitude of your heart
[00:36.09]You live in your lips
[00:40.72]And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
[00:50.09]And in much of your talking
[00:54.32]Thinking is half murdered
[01:02.38]For thought is a bird
[01:04.58]A bird of space that in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
[01:11.48]But can not fly
[01:16.21]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[01:20.71]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
[01:25.25]But can not fly but can not fly
[01:55.38]And sound is a pastime a diversion and wasetime
[02:04.69]And in much of your talking thinking is half murdered
[02:16.81]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[02:21.22]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings but can not fly
[02:30.24]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[02:34.77]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings
[02:39.32]For thought is a bird a bird of space
[02:43.71]That in a cage of words may unfold it's wings