The crown on my head is glistening with the sky The park up ahead is glistening with the evening light The birds in the ceiling, the birds in the roof The birds in-between the ceiling and the rooftop They're making a nest Something's making a mess In my drawer There's a little army It's a little alarming The crown on my head is glistening with the evening light It's a little alarming To see the window on the other wall It's just a mirror
