Wild Birds Flock To Me
Paul Statham / Peter Murphy
Looked like a blue eyes lonely boy
Hair skating to the ground
Read the air between the words
From a kingdom he was bound
In loving he gave all he could know
All lips lick like a wave
And the blue eyed lonely boy
To every friend a slave
Wild birds
Flock to me
Wild birds
Flock to me
You are the lamb, the king, the sun
Why do you hide away?
Put like a picture on the wall
No one to see your rays
You are inside of sight (an ark)
The fountain of your youth
Come like a moth burn in the flame
Take us though the roof
Wild birds flock to me
Soaring rocks for company
Pure people work on me
Love's own necessity
Wild birds
Flock to me
Wild birds
Flock to me