Sing Me Pretty Bird

Summer brought me pretty girls & kisses sweet
Bright green leaves from fairy-tales absurd
Winter brought me lonely nights
My heart to teach
That nothing's gone, but nothing's just a word

Sing me pretty bird
Sing me how the murdering is over
The crooks that took the world are gone
One;y what is real
Only for the earth that would feed us
The beautiful, uncertain dawn

Summer taught me how to fly above the world
And where to put the wild dreams in my head
Winter taught me how to cry, my tears canceled
But only for the living not for the dead

Summer asks: "Hey! Where's your heart that never breaks
Where's the pretty girl to mess your hair?"
Winter has her in his arms, make no mistakes
And you'll find your heart awaits you there



Credits
Writer(s): Art Of Flying, David Costanza
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