Songtext von Little Bird

Your heart sings like a kettle And your words, they boil away like steam 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 of you often But for once I meant what I said Here I stay, I lay me down In a house by the hill Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill Here I stay, I lay me down In a house by the hill Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill