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 coward's 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 I'm never coming home
Never coming home
After dark and only then Can our broken, battered spirits come to mend
Birds of England, take me high Atop this burning tree line Sending signals up with smoke I'm never coming home
Never coming home
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 I'm never coming home