RemParakeet

(Buck/Mills/Stipe) You wake up in the morning And fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind would shift And greasy windows slide Open for the parakket Who's colored bitter lime Open the window To lift into a dream Baby, baby You can barely breathe A broken wrist An accident You know that something's wrong You fold the leavings of your past No one knows you've gone The sunspot flares of the early Nineties light up your wings And scan the shortwave radio It's tracking outer rings (chorus) Open the window To lift into a dream Baby, baby You can start to breathe The tectonic dispatcher shifts To smooth the ocean floor And flattens out to warmer winde Of Brisbane's sunny shore Where buddhas tend to mending wrists A tea made from the leaves Of eucalyptus fragances And coriander seeds (repeat chorus 2x) You wake up in the morning To warm Pacific breeze Where mean cats chew on licorice And cannot climb the trees
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