《Bird Street》歌词

[00:00:15] he's painting by the moonlight

[00:00:23] silver shadows bloom.

[00:00:28] peering out a window

[00:00:33] at the world outside his room.

[00:00:39] midnight she was dreaming

[00:00:41] she was falling through the stars,

[00:00:44] sweeping up her secrets

[00:00:46] then she seals them in a jar.

[00:00:49] crossing to the canvas,

[00:00:54] turning on a dime.

[00:01:00] often while he's painting

[00:01:06] every brushstroke seems to rhyme.

[00:01:11] tales spill on the pages,

[00:01:14] pouring from her pen.

[00:01:16] quiet inspiration

[00:01:19] that will visit now and then.

[00:01:30] sunrise in the city,

[00:01:37] eighteen floors above,

[00:01:42] wondering why this yearning

[00:01:47] fits him like a glove.

[00:01:53] sewing in the garden,

[00:01:55] roots are growing 'round her toes.

[00:01:58] naming all the seedlings,

[00:02:00] giving back more than she owes.

[00:02:04] cross-eyed from creation,

[00:02:09] sharpened like a blade.

[00:02:15] running down the alleys,

[00:02:20] free and unafraid.

[00:03:27] there's a sunny spot on bird st.

[00:03:33] in a corner tucked away.

[00:03:38] they danced there on the sidewalk,

[00:03:43] hidden from the fray.