Text písně Jethro Tull: The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt II

The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt II


No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words,
so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board
This Hardy's not for kissing"¦
Expression, no explosion,
or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme
Instead let's talk the secret language of birds

Right time but the wrong idea
Well, you're making it all sound just the same
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
still over there in Berkeley Square

Do we have problems of communication?
There's something I don't know and you can't explain it to me
Let's talk the secret language of birds

Step out of the circus now
Learn a new trick and make it stick
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
still over there in Berkeley Square

Finger tracing on misty window:
I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore,
as you leave me standing at the station
Give it to me ---- the big dawn chorus:
no whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme
Let's talk the secret language of birds

Right time but the wrong idea
Well, you're making it all sound just the same
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale
still over there in Berkeley Square







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