The Birds Of St. Marks
(Verse)
Oh, how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dyin'
A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing
If she could see her mirror now
She would be free of those who bow and scr*pe the ground beneath her feet
(Verse 2)
Silently she walks among her dyin' midnight roses
Watches as each moment goes that never really know us
And so it seems she doesn't care
If she has dreams of no one there, within the shadows of her room
(Chorus)
But all my frozen words agree
And say it's time to call back all the
Birds I sent to fly behind the castle walls
And I'm weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty halls
(Verse 3)
Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
Maybe we've found what we have lost
When we've unwound so many crossed entangling misunderstandings, but
(Chorus)
All my frozen words agree
And say it's time to call back all the
Birds I sent to fly behind the castle walls
And I'm weary of the nights I've seen
Inside these empty halls
