Hummingbird کے بول

Hummingbird, come to my window I want to know what you know I've heard it said If you don't like the rain you'll be bored and you'll feel low But I don't mind the rain And things are always the same The Stumptown blues will get you in trouble But trouble has always been there for me Hummingbird, moving so quickly But steadily still - how do you know what is real? When I close my eyes the walls around me unwrap And out-of-control cartographer Draws an impossible map Mary, Mary quite contrary Your garden is overgrown When the vines creep in the street And tangle the town, tying you down If you don't fly they will gather you I've got a letter I need to send I wish you were a carrier pigeon But hummingbird, I'm dying to know Where did she go? She was here just a moment ago