Lyrics

Little bird, little bird With wings carved out of gossamer Do you know exactly what you're doing? Little bird, little bird At least you now know that I've heard That there's always something magic brewing Time inside your beak is like a breath to me And night is like a death to me So soft inside my mind Corridor of eyes and glass will surely pass The shards are buried in the grass As moons left in the tide As moons left in the tide Little bird, little bird I've told you now in human words Can you sing it back when I am sleeping Little bird, little bird In tones so high that they're absurd And the memory goes softly creeping Time inside your beak is like a breath to me And night is like a death to me So soft inside my mind Corridor of eyes and glass will surely pass The shards are buried in the grass As moons left in the tide As moons left in the tide