Lyrics
The birds in the trees.
Singing our mobile melodies.
What a sweet, sweet world.
We would end the painting.
And it would show a bright, bright day.
We would end the painting.
And it would show a bright, bright day.
The birds in the trees.
Singing our mobile melodies.
What a sweet, sweet world.
Singing our mobile melodies.
What a sweet, sweet world.
We would end the painting.
And it would show a bright, bright day.
We would end the painting.
And it would show a bright, bright day.
The birds in the trees.
Singing our mobile melodies.
What a sweet, sweet world.