Little Bird

Your heart sings like a kettle And your words, they boil away like steam And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick A heart is built for both it seems You are lonely as a church Despite the queuing out your door I am empty as a promise, no more When the time comes And rights have been read I think of you often But for once I meant what I said I was salted by your hunger Now you've gone and lost your appetite And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight I am lonely as a memory Despite the gathering 'round the fire Aren't you every bird on every wire? When the time comes And rights have been read I think on you often But for once I meant what I said Here I stay, I, I lay me down In a house by the Hill I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill Here I stay, I, I lay me down In a house by the Hill I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill --- Little Bird - Lisa Hannigan