Birds Of England

After dark and only then

Does life resemble the face of an old friend

Much can be said for a glass half full

Held by a coward's grip, I'll forever ramble

Singing syllables inside my head

All the awful words that you deserve to hear

But never will again

Birds of England, take me high

Atop this burning tree line

Sending signals up with smoke

I'm never coming home

Never coming home

After dark and only then

Can our broken, battered spirits come to mend

Birds of England, take me high

Atop this burning tree line

Sending signals up with smoke

I'm never coming home

Never coming home

Singing syllables inside my head

All the awful words that you deserve to hear

But never will again

Birds of England, take me high

Atop this burning tree line

Sending signals up with smoke

I'm never coming home

Never coming home