Your heart sings like a kettle

And your words they boil away like steam

A lie burns long while the truth bites quick

A heart is built for both it seems

You are lonely as a church

Despite the queuing out your door

I am empty as a promise no more

When the time comes

And rights have been read

I think of you often

But for once I meant what I said

I was salted by your hunger

Now you've gone and lost your appetite

And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight

I am lonely as a memory

Despite the gathering round the fire

Aren't you every bird on every wire

When the time comes

And rights have been read

I think of you often

But for once I meant what I said

Here I stay I lay me down

In a house by the Hill

Dug from the rubble cut from the kill

Here I stay I lay me down

In a house by the Hill

Dug from the rubble cut from the kill

Dug from the rubble cut from the kill

Dug from the rubble cut from the kill