Little Bird | Lisa Hannigan

lyrics

Your heart sings like a kettle

And your words, they boil away like steam

And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick

A heart is built for both it seems

You are lonely as a church

Despite the queuing out your door

I am empty as a promise, no more

When the time comes

And rights have been read

I think of you often

But for once I meant what I said

I was salted by your hunger

Now you've gone and lost your appetite

And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight

I am lonely as a memory

Despite the gathering 'round the fire

Aren't you every bird on every wire?

When the time comes

And rights have been read

I think on you often

But for once I meant what I said

Here I stay, I, I lay me down

In a house by the Hill

I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill

Here I stay, I, I lay me down

In a house by the Hill

I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill

I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill

I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill