Sparrows

I was a dying fire

Can you hear these fragile words

It's sad but that's the beauty of it

There's a goodness in this heart

And for all the tea in China

All the liquor I could drink

There's no persuading

No one to pull me screaming

Burning from this heap

My hands are little hammers

And they hammered out these words

Pounding ghost on distant mountain

To the angel love the goat

And my heart is made of sparrows

Mad birds from different spheres

And of course it never happened

Never whipsers in my ears

I never could be anything

But hurt in pain and fear

And my heart is made of sparrows

Mad birds from different spheres