sometimes its hard to say even one thing true
and all eyes have turned to side they used to talk to you
and the people on the street seemed to disapprove
so you keep moving away and forget what you wanted to say.

little bird little bird
brush your grey wings on my head
say what you said
say it again
they tell me im crazy
you told me
im golden

sometimes its hard to tell the truth from a lie
nobody knows whats in the hold of your mind
we are all buildings and people inside
never know who will walk through the door
is it someone who you have met before

little bird
little bird
~chorus

i know what i know
the wind in the trees and the road that goes
winding under from here
i see rain
i hear thunder, some where there's sun
and you
don't need a reason

sometimes it hard to find a way to keep on
quiet weekends holiday you come undone
open your window and look upon all the kinds of alive you can be
be still
be light
believe me

little bird
~chorus