There's a kind of love that happens on the streets when two lonely strangers flinch when their eyes meet. It's raining from above and it's soaked them to their socks. Everyone is rushing by but they just stare and stop.
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
She asks him for the time, he says, "it's half past three. I know a little place where we can get a pot of tea; we can dry off and talk about the rain. We can dry off and watch the running water on the window pane."
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
Her lips are cherry red, her eyes' a sparkling green. He buys a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette machine. As he passes her a light, their fingers touch so brief, the world stops for a second and both their two hearts meet.
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
There's a little bird, watching from the rooftops
The rain has stopped outside, the night is drawing in, she says, "I have to go to feed my cat and fish." She writes down her address upon a serviette and says, "if you want to come by later, I'll make us boiled eggs. And if it rains again I'll dry your hat and coat. I've a history of bad lovers so I've got no expectations and if I offer you, offer you my heart, will you offer me, offer me yours?"
