The Birds Of St Marks
Jackson Browne
Oh how sad they sound the songs The queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne Of meloncoly sighing If she could see her mirror now She would be free of those who bow And scrape the ground benneth her feet Silently she walks among her Dying midnight roses Watches as each moment goes That never really know us And if it seems She doesn’t care If she has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room But all my frozen words agree and say it’s time to Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her Castle walls and I’m weary of the nights I’ve seen Inside these empty halls chord again---------Play this twice Wooden lady turn and turn Among my weary secrets And way within the hours past and other empty pockets Maybe we’ve found what we have lost When we’ve unwound so many crossed Intangling misunderstanding But all my frozen words agree and say it’s time to Call back all the birds I’ve sent to fly behind her Castle walls and I’m weary of the nights I’ve seen Inside these empty walls