back Walking Birds Bored now. Drown meI’ll breathe deep and smileAt the waters when they’ve found meJust allow me the freedomWhich you burned around meTo wallow in my stolen youthYou aged who have bound meWill always be the slaveI don’t care now you’ve crowned meIt’s just a hat made of stonesThat you tear out when you pound meTo keep me heavy when I flyAll you’ve ever done is ground meSo I’ll grow roots in the groundWhere the wind can’t arouse me back