/// This song is about Ringo, a parrot who observes human life with curiosity and longing. His desire to be a "songbird" reflects his yearning to connect with the emotions and rituals he can mimic but never fully grasp, making him a symbol of freedom and confinement. /// feat. @Ccerise : https://suno.com/@ccerise Lyrics : _______________________ Ringo rang the doorbell at the bottom of the stairs And wished he was a songbird Brown eyes drifted through the porticoes The moon in fragment Like a waxy plate of soil And he sang Oh love Hold me close The fire in the sky The popper chanting Morte Ringo rang the doorbell at the bottom of the stairs And wished he was a songbird Brown eyes drifted through the porticoes The moon in fragment Like a waxy plate of soil And he sang Oh love Hold me close The fire in the sky The popper chanting Morte Shirley's husband tried to bring her postcard to the chapel Then it jumped into his hands He looked so proper in his letter sweater; she laid him neatly She sang from parachutes of lace "My love Hold me close Is it much to want the fall of a hero?" And the new age found excitement in the new detective story Licked their sugar cones and their pretty little lips And turned their ovens on and gathered the children near And said: "Let's take a little trip to Knoll Hill."