Little Bird

Your heart sings like a kettle

And your words, they boil away like steam.

A lie burns long while the truth bites quick,

A heart is built for both it seems.

You are lonely as a church, despite the queuing out your door.

I am empty as a promise, no more.

When the time comes, and rights have been read

I think of you often but for once I meant what I said.

I was salted by your hunger now you've lost your appetite

And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.

I am lonely as a memory despite the gathering round the fire

Aren't you every bird on every wire?

When the time comes, and rights have been read

I think of you often but for once I meant what I said.

Here I stay, I lay me down, in a house by the Hill.

Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill.