- cifra
A little bird
Came right up to me
Found a thread, oh
Hanging from my sleeve
Then he flew up high
Until I fell apart
Stitches, they all flew, oh
From where I hid my heart
So then a little girl
Came and found my bones
She built a man, oh
She should have made him watch
As the meadowlark
Found that needle's eye
As he made that patch, oh
For my broken sky
And so the winter night
Came down to our hands
Trying to steal, oh
What could soothe a man
Yes and still I knew
That old dark was mine
And it's fading out, oh
Every star I find
And so, by the day
Little girl and I
Shook all trees, oh
To see what would fly
And as I'm a thief
There's no need for words
I just need to find, oh
I need a field of birds
