Last night I had a terrible dream It was an awful dream It was about these bird things They had normal bodies like birds But faces like men and hands like mine And they flew over my head and into my pocket, and into my pocket Where they laid their little birds' eggs And they began to hatch 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds Were flying high and They're taking my soul with them Flying High