The sweet smell of optimism or the slight sense of success
The taste of social organisation or a vision nonetheless
Daisies watch and whisper as they wait for me to grow and prosper
Spike me with the scents of the scene whilst their singing; la la la la la
And the Robin flew the nest
And she's beating in my chest
And the Robin flew the nest
I think she's different to the rest
She's an iron curtain
Mysterious I suppose
I'm close to getting through it
To learn those cons and pros
And the Robin flew the nest
And she's beating in my chest
And the Robin flew the nest
I think she's different to the rest
(She could have something wrong with her)
Mysteries I uncover won't change this heart of mine
She could have something wrong with her
The thing I didn't foresee, the other guy has beaten me
And the Robin flew the nest
And she's beating in my chest
And the Robin flew the nest
I think she's different to the rest