I wake to the madness of birds
In every tree one to a leaf
I try to make out the words
But there’s no sense
There’s no relief
But I follow the sound
It brings me round

Between the rocks and the roots of bad days
With only my brave and faithless cheer
The flower turns round to catch the sun
And there’s tenderness in here

I wait for a reason to form
And wait again like yesterday
I hear something cool something warm
My dream has left me either way
But the sound comes again
A world without end

Between the rocks and the roots of bad days
With only my brave and faithless cheer
The flower turns round to catch the sun
And there’s tenderness in here