Bird on the Wing
Well I've heard everything you see now
And I can hear it locked inside
Well there's that tear, that single golden tear
That she lonely sheds until the sands of time go
Well that's the least that I can show you
The plans that I have stowed inside
Well that storm there we sail alone, we sail alone
The lights don't ever seem to cool, alone we sing
Alone, in our dream wrapped around the seed of all dissent
Alone inside of side of scene inside of sense
Well that's the seasons I can see here
They turn around to save on lies
Why don't you drain and settle all that sediment
All that you love is made of air
The chance of rain
I glance at every brother's scene
Of every boy that every mother bore
And as the light explodes upon me
It seems that I am here alone
Writer/s: Rich Black
