Songbird

It's getting much colder beyond The sky's bright light I see white smoke fading. Upon last summer's sun, Dissolving into honey I let My lonely bones speak louder. And I can't tell the colour Of your eyes, but I feel them Burn a fire through my skin. And the rain runs up And down my gutters, You hang inside me, Build my sweet ruin. Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, This home wasn't made for one. Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic It crawls into my steel heart. And the rain runs up and down my curtains, With tiny feet that I long to find. And I wish I knew you like I knew them, You are more beautiful in the rainfall. There is solitude on the river, She mirrors the dark folk and the haze. You run through me and I shiver Like black ice on my grave. Ooh, ooh... Its heavy in my blood I am no longer light, I feel lead in my chest. Running by the freight trains, I'm hiding with the homely In their cardboard beds. And I wish I had the touch Of your hands but I feel them Running a symphony. And I wish I knew you Like I knew your songs, But I'm just a wretch Resting on your chords. There is solitude on the river, She mirrors the dark folk and the haze. You run through me and I shiver like Black ice on my grave. There is solitude on the river, She mirrors the dark folk and the haze. You run through me and I shiver like Black ice on my grave. You are my saving grace the songbird That lands on my hand, to bring me life. I want to cherish you for longer Than your wings will let you fly.