歌词
Song of the birds
Sound of the trees
Don't know what's worse
Are they happy for me?
I don't know
A tangled mess of feelings coming home
Song of the birds
Flight of the bees
Do you think they can tell
They are better than me?
I don't know
A tangled mess of secrets all alone
And maybe if I had cared
I'd cry for nature
Find its father
Calm your weary head
But fight or founder
Done or doer
I'm stuck here instead
Song of the birds
Voice of the weak
Do they pretend they're in it for me?
I don't know
And now I've let the seasons come and go
And maybe if I had cared
I'd cry for nature
Find its father
Hold your weary head
But fight or founder
Done or doer
I'm stuck here instead
Silent strangers fight for meaning
Silent neighbours long for healing
Silent strangers fight for meaning
Silent neighbours long for healing
Song of the birds (hear me a little, hush me a little)
Voice of the deep (find me a little, lose me a little)
Song of the birds (hear me a little, hush me a little)
Voice of the deep (find me a little, lose me a little)
Silent strangers fight for meaning
Silent neighbours long for healing
Silent strangers fight for meaning
Silent neighbours long for healing
Song of the birds
Sound of the trees
Don't know what's worse
Are they happy for me?
I don't know
A tangled mess of feelings coming home
And maybe if I had cared
I'd cry for nature (hear me a little, hush me a little)
Find its father (find me a little, lose me a little)
Calm your weary head (hear me a little, hush me a little)
(find me a little, lose me a little)
But fight or founder (hear me a little, hush me a little)
Done or doer (find me a little, lose me a little)
I'm stuck here instead (hear me a little, hush me a little)
(find me a little, lose me a little)