Jackson Browne - Birds Of St. Marks

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Oh, how sadly sound the songs, the queen must sing of dying

A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing

If she could see her mirror now

She would be free of those who bow

And scrape the ground beneath her feet



Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses

And 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



But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to

Call back all the birds I sent to

Fly behind her castle walls and I'm

Weary of the nights I've seen

Inside these empty halls



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 all my frozen words agree and say it's time to

Call back all the birds I sent to

Fly behind her castle walls and I'm

Weary of the nights I've seen

Inside these empty halls

© OPEN WINDOW MUSIC;




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