Текст песни Peacock - Alysari

There is a peacock in the garden, I don't know what he wants
Has he come to flaunt his feathers, or come to get his thoughts?
I believe they are few and far between
Or maybe cynical and mean
But how can I know? I judge every peacock I know
La la la la la

All my turquoise lovers are victims of the flesh
Some loved themselves, some loved to forget
All those pretty feathers, a distractible array
For who knows what goes on behind that lovely face?

There is a peacock in the garden, I don't know what he wants
Has he come to flaunt his feathers, or come to get his thoughts?
I believe they are few and far between
Or maybe cynical and mean
But how can I know? I judge every peacock I know
La la la la la

All my cyan friendships are prone to my whims
I'm a slow little fowl and I never quite begin
All my pretty feathers, a distractible array
For I judge too much and I push everyone away
La la la la la
There is a peacock in the garden, a peacock in the garden, hmmm