Bird In Your House

Someone once told me what it means
When a bird comes into your house
Is it an omen, is it a curse
Oh, I can’t recall, can’t recall

But in this little story that’s just what occurred
A strange bird who flew in from afar
She circled the eaves as if she couldn’t decide
Weaving in and out of the window

Finally she settled for a short time
On the south side by the torn curtain
The race of her breast, the twitch of her head
Suggested that shе could be hurting

But what can you do for a strange little soul
Whosе language isn’t your own
Then she started to sing, sing the strangest things
Of a life, of a life that was borrowed

And you heard about things that you couldn’t believe
Still you needed to hear every song
Oh, what does it mean, what does it mean
When a bird comes into your house
Oh, what does it mean, what does it mean
When a bird comes into your house

She flew up the chimney, beating her wings
A sound ever so unsettling
A few moments later she just brushed your head
Round and round the rafters she flew

And you sat so still, holding your breath
And told your heart to stop beating
She swooped down, then there she was
Perched in your hand, there she was
She swooped down, then there she was
Perched in your hand, there she was

Her feathers were filthy like a cape of dust
But she smelled of almonds and earth
You could see flecks of blue shimmering through
A strange little bird, there she was

Oh, did you ever hold a bird in your hand
A hand where she happened to land
Someone once told me what it’s worth
But I can’t recall, can’t recall
I can’t recall, can’t recall
I can’t recall, can’t recall