The Bird

Covered in dust The wings of my porcelain dove They don't trouble the waters my love Frozen in time Fragile to touch She melts like the words on my tongue The Goddess of heavenly love Fades out the sight All your stars are in view I get lost lovin' you (Fly, fly) Dark was the night Her shape and avoiding my eyes It was black but so violently bright Like the birth of a sun So I cried out But my voice could not be heard aloud For held here safe in my mind The bird was done All your stars are in view I get lost lovin' you (Fly) (Like the birth of a sun) (Fly) Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Off the top, looking for, uh Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Off the top, looking for, uh Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that --- The Bird - SYML