The Birds... sing my name
Out my window, night and day
I lie awake... wondering if I, should reply
If it crosses my mind, to be obscure, what should I say
I could close the pane of glass, that separates me from the outside
Oh, but I would lose the breeze, and the birds singing over me
The Birds... sing my name
Out my window, night and day
I lie awake... wondering if I, should reply
I could close the pane of glass, that separates me from the outside
Oh, but I would lose the breeze, and the birds singing over me
Though I'm awake, and I cannot sleep, something in me finds it all so soothing
Like a parent's melody, sung over their baby
Be gentle to me, be gentle to me... Be gentle, be gentle, be gentle
Be gentle to me, be gentle to me... Be gentle, be gentle, be gentle
Be gentle to me
The Birds... sing my name
Out my window, night and day
I lie awake... wondering if I, should reply