If ire is not a friend to me, then I might live in peace.
I'd give away my wooden ears
Help you teach your frozen lips to speak
You have not stolen dear, but you can hardly sleep.
The horns and shells you've gathered here
One day, the one you battle might be me.
Let your bird go lost
I will bring her back to you in spring.
She won't change at all
Let your sparrow fall to what might be.
And when you're done your howling and done with everything
If she is gone for months again
Will you still say you watch for sparrow wings?
You have not stolen, dear, but I can plainly see
The horns and shells you're holding here
One day, the one you battle might be me.
Let your bird go lost
I will bring her back to you in spring.
She won't change at all
Let your sparrow fall to what might be.
She won't change at all
Let your sparrow fall.
She won't change at all
Let your sparrow fall.