She bolts the door
To shield us from the storm
All the windows locked
All the curtains drawn
Too afraid to look
Too scared for words
Out in the night sky
Dead fly the birds
She speaks of ghosts
That she alone can see
Out in the rain
Invisible to me
Dead Fly the BirdsShe bolts the door To shield us from the storm All the windows locked All the curtains drawn Too afraid to look Too scared for words Out in the night sky Dead fly the birds She speaks of ghosts That she alone can see Out in the rain Invisible to me |