Marian Call - The Underground (One Bird at a Time) Lyrics
This house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the lightBut I know the sun's up; I can't sleep I can't think I can't fightWake me up or let me sleepBut don't wait on the dreams I don't keepI'm different from you -- it's hard but it's trueSo love, let me be the me that you knewMorning is coming one bird at a timeThis house has no windows you'd think it would keep out the noiseBut the walls are a trap kit, the furniture moans at the jointsBe my rock or be my sandBut don't hold out for news of my plansI'm different from you -- it's hard but it's trueSo love let me be, I'll walk us both throughMorning is coming one bird at a timeWake me with voices of pardon and voices of peaceWalk with me over the threshold and shoulder your griefLet's be the traffic lights, let's be the trainLet's be the mittens left out in the rainLet's be each other and let's be together againThis house has no windows; you'd think it would keep out the lightThough a new day don't mean much to someone who has to be rightWork my nerves or work your wilesBut don't bank on a change in my styleI'm different from you -- it's hard but it's trueStill I'd rather be sadder and wiser with youMorning is coming one bird at a time
