Lisa Miskovsky

Oh my little bird what have you done?
Fell in love with Mr. Setting Sun
So beautiful you made the sky your own
Then it disappeared left you alone
You sang your song, you searched the blackest sky
You searched the stars, you lost your will to fly
And then the rain came pouring from a cloud
You begged the wind for mercy blow out loud
Can you hear it, can you hear it tonight
Can you hear it, can hear it tonight
I know you fearing, I am here with you tonight
The wind was moving far, was coming closer
The clouds was turning raindrops in to sleep
See this white light, baby please, shadow's leaving with no names
Burning with a fever I can feel
You burning with a fever that is real
Can you hear it, can you hear it tonight