Browne Jackson Birds Of St Marks Lyrics

Birds Of St Marks Lyrics

(from the Jackson Browne: Going Home video)

 

 Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying

 A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing

 If she could see her mirror now

 She would be free of those who bow and

 Scrape the ground before her feet

 

 Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses

 Watches as each moment goes that never really know us

 And so it seems she doesn't care

 If she has dreams of no one there

 Within the shadows of her room

 

 But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to

 Call back, all the birds I sent to

 Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

 Weary of the nights I've seen

 Inside these empty halls

 

 Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets

 And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets

 Maybe we've found what we have lost

 When we've unwound so many crossed entangling

 Misunderstandings; but

 

 All my frozen words agree and say it's time to

 Call back all the birds I sent to

 Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm

 Weary of the nights I've seen

 Inside these empty walls