Starlings کے بول

Well, we watched the starlings fly Around the burnt-down pier and die Spilled my coffee on my sleeve She wiped it with a smile And told me I was juvenile And kissed me softly on my cheek And her hair danced in the breeze Like a thousand swinging trees In a forest lying next to stormy seas Well, we watched the wintry sky Turn a shade of turquoise, I Whispered softly: I feel lost She turned with laughing eyes And curled her lips towards the sky And said: Get your map out, then, you knob! And we laughed like a pair of fools Like kids, they laugh at school And we wandered home before the day brought dusk