City Bird
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I set the table for the ghosts in my home, my home
And pour the wine, and raise a glass
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
They're entering in their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
The vision scares, but none compares
To the dread of drinking alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
They could never go in
So I let them in, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I light the candle for the ghosts in my home, my home
And say a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
But in their sleep, they claw and scream, "The devil home, the devil's come home!"
But that nightmare does not compare
To the demons in sleeping alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
And with nowhere to go
They wash up on Skid Row, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I set the table for the ghosts in my home, my home
And pour the wine, and raise a glass
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
They're entering in their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
The vision scares, but none compares
To the dread of drinking alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
They could never go in
So I let them in, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I light the candle for the ghosts in my home, my home
And say a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
But in their sleep, they claw and scream, "The devil home, the devil's come home!"
But that nightmare does not compare
To the demons in sleeping alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
And with nowhere to go
They wash up on Skid Row, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
Credits
Writer(s): Jesca Hoop
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