| Birdland |
|---|
| I was a child |
| An open letter |
| To be read aloud to the throne |
| Caught in the spell of stormy weather |
| Mnemonic lies to behold |
| Whatever it is that’s kept us together |
| I look to the sky and it’s gone |
| Save one for me and I’ll never forget you |
| Comin' alive in the cold |
| Comin' alive in the cold |
| Comin' alive in the cold |
| (And I say…) |
| So in a haze of feverish lights |
| Satyr arrives to the throne |
| We’ll come together when the feeling’s right |
| Comin' alive in the cold |
| Comin' alive in the cold |
| We’re comin' alive in the cold |
