Little Bird

Little bird, little bird
With wings carved out of gossamer
Do you know exactly what you're doing?

Little bird, little bird
At least you now know that I've heard
That there's always something magic brewing

Time inside your beak is like a breath to me
And night is like a death to me
So soft inside my mind
Corridor of eyes and glass will surely pass
The shards are buried in the grass
As moons left in the tide
As moons left in the tide

Little bird, little bird
I've told you now in human words
Can you sing it back when I am sleeping
Little bird, little bird
In tones so high that they're absurd
And the memory goes softly creeping

Time inside your beak is like a breath to me
And night is like a death to me
So soft inside my mind
Corridor of eyes and glass will surely pass
The shards are buried in the grass
As moons left in the tide
As moons left in the tide