JACKSON BROWNE - The Birds Of St. Marks lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Oh, how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dyin'

A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing

If she could see her mirror now

She would be free of those who bow and scrape the ground beneath her feet

(Verse 2)

Silently she walks among her dyin' midnight roses

Watches as each moment goes that never really know us

And so it seems she doesn't care

If she has dreams of no one there, within the shadows of her room

(Chorus)

But all my frozen words agree

And say it's time to call back all the

Birds I sent to fly behind the castle walls

And I'm weary of the nights I've seen

Inside these empty halls

(Verse 3)

Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets

And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets

Maybe we've found what we have lost

When we've unwound so many crossed entangling misunderstandings, but

(Chorus)

All my frozen words agree

And say it's time to call back all the

Birds I sent to fly behind the castle walls

And I'm weary of the nights I've seen

Inside these empty halls