Little bird

Your heart sings
Like a kettle
And your words
They boil away like steam

And 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
I'm dug from the rubble
And cut from the kill

Here I stay
I lay me down
In a house by the Hill

I'm dug from the rubble
And cut from the kill
I'm dug from the rubble
And cut from the kill

I'm dug from the rubble
And cut from the kill