Jesca Hoop - City Bird

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 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 After the tower's turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker They could never go in So I let them in, oh... 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 But in their sleep They claw and scream the devil home (The devil's come home) But that nighare Does not compare to the demons in sleeping alone After the tower is turned to a tomb The underworld refugees all were refused by the banker And with nowhere to go They wash up on Skid Row, oh... 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