Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Birds Of St. Marks, artist - Jackson Browne. Date of issue: 02.10.2014
Song language: English
The Birds Of St. Marks |
| Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying |
| 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 before her feet |
| Silently she walks among her dying 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 walls |