City Bird

City bird
City bird
Fly away
From my window
From my window
Cos you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I set the table
For the ghosts in my home
My home
And pour the wine
And raise a glass to the guests in my home
They enter in
in their skin and in their bones
still in their bones
the vision scares
but none compares
to the dread of drinking alone
After the tower was turned to a tomb
the underworld
refugees all refused by the banker
they can never go in
so I let them in
ahhhhh
city bird....
I light the candle
For the ghosts
In my home
My home
And say a prayer
To please send care for the guests in my home
But in their sleep
They claw and scream the Devil home
The devils come home
But this nightmare
Does not compare
To the demons of sleeping alone
After the tower...
City bird....