Buried Beds
Little Bird
Little bird, sing a song about the good days when they're gone.
They don't last for too long, but they're good now.
Just a light for the moon,
hanging amongst the stars.
May it ring near and far for its goodness.
Little bird, sing out back.
Go on and wash away the clouds.
I'm afraid they'll bring us
down.
Don't you fall asleep
I won't fall asleep,
guide me home. (x2)
Don't day
Don't daydream.
Don't you fall asleep.
I won't fall asleep,
guide me home. (x3)
From Letras Mania