Hearing Voices

Out in the winter when nature doesn’t care
Staying up late enough when the birds start to sing
I can feel their spirit, I can feel how they move
Tell you their secrets, if you tell them yours too

They’ll tell you all their secrets, if you tell them yours too
And they’ll fly through heaven when their bodies are through
You tell me all your secrets and I tell you mine too
We’ll fly through heaven when our bodies are through

Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling
Can’t see the mirror when it’s more like a window
Before we’re shaken, I’ll dream enough for two

Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling
Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling

Sometimes I wonder if I hear the right voices
Catch the right signals and make the right choices
Work to be something that you can see through
The sky or a promise from your point of view

Now it’s up to love to solve me somehow
Warm the winter morning and move in me somehow
Now it’s up to love to prove me right now
Warm the winter morning and move in me somehow