The Secret Language of Birds

Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Circled by swallows in a world for the weary

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open

There was no master plan but the fact is
Painted verse with a chorus, the chorus in waiting

I know the feeling, seems all too contrived

Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Courted by warblers, wicked and eloquent trilling
Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
A tentative dawn about to be breaking

Yeah, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brush stroke
You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Now, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds

And the truth of the matter, yet to be spoken
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Extended moments, hours for the taking
In words on which everything, everything's riding
On a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding