Birdsong

Come sing me a sweet song like the birds in August Every year, they return

Maybe it’s a mission, a pilgrimage, a vision • Brings them to my backyard • It’s the end of summer in washed out colors

Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

Now, I can hear you breathing, the heavy sighs of thinking • You disappear, the way you do

Round the world will spin dear and fill your head with questions • Following the satellites • There’s no end, no beginning • Just us birds singing

Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

Too much summer, maybe you just need some thunder • Too much summer, maybe you just need some thunder

So, come sing me a sweet song like the birds in August • Every year, they return