This song was inspired by the painting

by Philip Evergood (1939)

A red brick tenement

An open window to a tiny room

A little bit of bread

Dry and crumbled, or so we may assume

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Still it's nice for the birds

To have a place to call their own

Yes, it's nice for the birds

To have a home

Upon the windowsill

Tiny fingers on a sentimental hand

Somewhere very near

Looking on at something they don't understand

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Suspended as they are

Feather beating hearts

Quiet carrying

Sacrificial wings

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Somewhere on the roof

Up above the city, underneath the blue

Until they return

She will not be hungry just as long as she is true

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