This sparkling wine is all but empty
too late for trains and no taxis.
I know the feeling, seems all too contrived
there was no master plan, but the fact is
you must stay with me
and learn the secret language of birds
Attend to the dawn about to be breaking
on a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding
The truth of the matter (yet to be spoken)
in words on which everything, everything's riding
now stay with me
and learn the secret language of birds
now stay with me
and learn the secret language of birds
Circled by swallows
in a world for the weary,
Chorded by warblers
wicked and eloqueent trilling.
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open,
extended moments, (h)ours for the taking.
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brush-stroke,
painted first with a Chorus, a Chorus in waiting.
stay with me
and learn the secret language of birds
yeah stay with me
and learn the secret language of birds
middle strings)
* * * : this G? chord sounds something like
-3- ( -3- )