Little Bird - Little Wings

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