Birds of England

After dark and only then,
does life resemble the face of an old friend
much can be said for a glass half full
held by a cowards grip
I'll forever ramble

Singing syllables inside my head
all the awful words that you deserve to hear
but never will again

Birds of England take me high
Atop this burning tree line
Sending signals up with smoke

After dark and only then

Birds of England take me high
Atop this burning tree line
Sending signals up with smoke

Singing syllables inside my head
all the awful words that you deserve to hear
but never will again

Birds of England take me high
Atop this burning tree line
Sending signals up with smoke