City Bird

City Bird
City Bird
Fly away from my window
From my window
Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home
Sing
Your song is dying
I set the table for the ghosts
In my home, My home
And poured the wine
And raised the glass for
The guests in my home, Mm
They're entering in their skin and in their bones
Skin and their bones
The vision scares
But none compares
To the dread of drinking alone, mm
After the tower's turned to a tomb
The Otherworld refugees all were refused
By the banker
They could never come in
So I let them in, oh...
City Bird
City Bird
Fly away from my window
From my window
Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home
Sing
Your song is dying
I light a candle
For the ghosts in my home
My home
And send a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home, mmm
But in their sleep
They claw and scream the devil home
(the devil comes home!)
But that nightmare
does not compare
to the demons in sleeping alone, mmm
After the tower's turned to a tomb
The Otherworld refugees all were refused by the banker
With nowhere to go,
They washed up on Skid Row, oh...
City Bird
City Bird
Fly away from my window
From my window
Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home
Sing
Your song is dying.