Mums Favourite - Where Are The Birds?

I see faces
In the craters
On the surface of the moon
I dream of houses
That are crowded
With people I never knew
Who are you?
Tell me who are you?
I hear voices
I avoid them
Paranoia is too much
I swim through thunder
That sounds like my mother
When she would mutter bad words
Where are the birds?
Tell me where are the birds?
I find colour
In other people
I'm sorry but the reason is fair
Are you there?