The Birds Of St. Marks (The Next Voice You Hear: The Best of Jackson Browne 1997)

Текст песни Jackson Browne - The Birds Of St. Marks (The Next Voice You Hear: The Best of Jackson Browne 1997)

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
And watches as each moment goes that never really knows 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 her 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
[Chorus]
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