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Jackson Browne - The Birds Of St. Marks Lyrics

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  • (Jackson Browne)
  • [From the Jackson Browne: Going Home video]
  • Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
  • A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing
  • If she could see her mirror now
  • She would be free of those who bow and
  • Scrape the ground before her feet
  • Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
  • Watches as each moment goes that never really know us
  • And so it seems she doesn't care
  • If she has dreams of no one there
  • Within the shadows of her room
  • But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to
  • Call back, all the birds I sent to
  • Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
  • Weary of the nights I've seen
  • Inside these empty halls
  • Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
  • And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
  • Maybe we've found what we have lost
  • When we've unwound so many crossed entangling
  • Misunderstandings; but
  • All my frozen words agree and say it's time to
  • Call back all the birds I sent to
  • Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
  • Weary of the nights I've seen
  • Inside these empty walls

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