Nightingale

Like the nightingale who are rarely prone to sleeping
We sang this last lament in the day
All the endless tales that kept you from the weeping
Scared ourselves awake in the night

You've shown me time again
That time is now

Once again we failed to hear the meaning of crescendo
Chirping in defence of our home
Riding on the whale of the strangest innuendo
We migrate to the West to stay warm

You've shown me time again
That time is now
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Credits
Writer(s): Peirson Ross Mclean
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