It's the shadow in the dark
The silver in the park
It's the broken, faded bird
You've learned to call your heart
It's not a border you can see
Plainer than you or me
I don't pull the lock back
And I don't have the key
No key
It hovers in the living room
Just above the door
Whistles while it hangs there
Feathers drip from every pore
It shows the spectacle of falling
And settles to the floor
It shows the spectacle of falling
And settles to the floor
And settles to the floor
(Whistling Part)
(Listen for strumming pattern)