Lyric discussion by goeataclam 

Such a beautiful person stuck in the monotony of office jobs. Our bodies and our brains provide so much freedom and creation, how can one deny that to themselves.

i can't believe no one has taken the song literally...

what if it is just about a tiny, hopeless bird that has grown up on the streets of a major city, learning not how to fly like it should but learning to toil on the barren cement wastelands that is New York or Toronto or Chicago?

the narrator presses the bird to fly away, and escape to his vast kingdom in the sky, but he refuses, choosing instead to take crumbs from city dwellers

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