歌词
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I set the table for the ghosts in my home, my home
And pour the wine, and raise a glass
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
They're entering in their skin and in their bones, still in their bones
The vision scares, but none compares
To the dread of drinking alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
They could never go in
So I let them in, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
I light the candle for the ghosts in my home, my home
And say a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home, mm-hmm
But in their sleep, they claw and scream, "The devil home, the devil's come home!"
But that nightmare does not compare
To the demons in sleeping alone, mm-hmm
After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker
And with nowhere to go
They wash up on Skid Row, ah-ah
City bird, city bird
Fly away from my window, from my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying
