Basket Of Singing Birds

Chours:

I'm going back to the wheel to watch it roll
Back to the fire to watch it glow
I'm going back to the water for my thirst
I'm going back to gather a basket of singing birds.

This love has gone crazy and I've gone crazy to
I'm falling off the walls into pieces I've come unglued
There's no question there is darkness in a closed lid box
I have seen darkness in a parking lot..