Songbirds

Fell asleep in shelter made out of old junk

After the storm, no clue where we're flying to

Feeling so anxious each spring time

We are flapping about like plastic bags

The ghosts banished from my diary

Which I burnt in early summer

A rustling sound in the corridor

Somewhere in my heart

Through the frosted window

If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens

How would I sing?

Golden reflections of our life

In the afternoon sunlight

Chocolates melt in my pocket

By making a song can I keep the memory?

I just came to love it now

The two lines come close and then get away

Some easy tricks on cat's cradle that I can't do so well any more

On a musical stave seasons pass so fast

Each spring time we are floating there like balloons

The ghosts banished from my diary

Which I burnt in early summer

A rustling sound in the corridor

Somewhere in my heart

Through the frosted window

If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens

How would I sing?

Golden reflections of our life

In the afternoon sunlight

Chocolates melt in my pocket

By making a song can I keep the memory?

I just came to love it now

A rustling sound in the corridor

Somewhere in my heart

Through the frosted window

If I was aware of the eyes behind the lens

How would I sing?

Golden reflections of our life

In the afternoon sunlight

Chocolates melt in my pocket

By making a song can I keep the memory?

I just came to love it now

By making a song can I keep the memory?

I just came to love it now