Paroles de The Whistling Song

It's a shadow in the door The silver in the park It's a broken faded bird You've learned to call your heart It's hotter than you can seek Plainer than you or me I don't pull the lock back And I dont have the key It's a poor living room Just above the dock Wish those wild hens there Feathers drip from every corner It shows the spectacle of falling And settles to the floor It shows the spectacle of falling and settles to the floor