Little Birds

Little birds, little birds
Waking on a saturday
Or something break and run away
Catch you, wake you up
And make you bleed free
Little birds, little birds
No one can tell you where
The line of trouble hides itself
You find it how you can, sometimes too
Late

Little birds, little birds
Find me, it's happening
Something is happening
All you have been waiting for
This is the day
Little birds, little birds
Call out to one and love you

Everybody have
No one hears you break
The surface of the water
You hardly break
The surface of the water
Little birds, little birds
Little birds