When you commissioned your cagenIndoor living became all the rage.nLandscapers, hustlers, and gentsnOffered to pay at least half your rent.nPale pink and punished in stylenTuning in each time your satelite smiles.nnWell your lips don't move,nBut my ears are burning.nAnd my blush is proof,nThat from your window you singnSome unbelievable thingsnA queen with several kingsnAnd I: a bird without wings.nnNow lying flat on your back,nCounting cashmere sweaters, counting cracks.nAnd all those slippery gentsnHave found their way into your air conditioning vents.nYour signal fizzles and fadesnStill bouncing off the stars but silent in space.nnAnd your lips don't move,nBut my ears are burning.nAnd my blush is proof,nThat from your window you singnSome unbelievable thingsnA queen with several kingsnAnd I: a bird without wings.nnAnd I'm starting to believe.nAnd I'm starting to believe.nAnd I'm starting to believe.nAnd from your window you singnSome unbelievable thingsnA queen with several kingsnAnd I: a bird without wings.nnLet me pin these on you.nn