- Votes:
- Composers:
- Peter Lawrence Buck
- Michael J. Stipe
- Michael E. Mills
 
- See also:
Rem - Parakeet lyrics
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 parakeet
 Who's colored bitter lime
 Open the window
 To lift into your dreams
 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 Short Wave Radio
 It's tracking outer rings
 Open the window
 To lift into a dreamRem - Parakeet - http://motolyrics.com/rem/parakeet-lyrics.html
 Baby, baby
 You can't start to breathe
 Tectonic dispatcher shifts
 To smooth the ocean floor
 And flattens out to warmer winds
 On Brisbane's sunny shore
 Where Buddhas tend to mending wrists
 A tea made from the leaves
 Of eucalyptus fragrances
 And coriander seeds
 Open the window
 To lift into a dream
 Maybe, baby
 You can start to breathe
 Open the window
 To lift into a dream
 Maybe, baby
 You can start to breathe
 You wake up in the morning
 To warm Pacific breeze
 Where mean cats chew on licorice
 And cannot climb the trees









