Hearing Voices

Out in the winter, when nature doesn’t care
Staying up late enough, when the birds start to sing
I can feel their spirit, and I can feel how they move
They’ll tell you their secrets if you tell them yours too
They’ll tell you all their secrets if you tell them yours too
And they’ll fly through heaven when their bodies are through
You tell me all your secrets and I tell you mine too
And we’ll fly through heaven when our bodies are through
Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling
Can’t see the mirror, when it’s more like a window
And before we’re shaken, I’ll dream enough for two
Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling
Send me your wings, now it’s almost morning
The night had promise, but now it comes calling
Sometimes I wonder if I hear the right voices
Catch the right signals, and make the right choices
And work to be something that you can see through
The sky or a promise, from your point of view
Now it’s up to love to solve me some how
Warm the winter morning and move in me, some how
Now it’s up to love to prove me, right now
Warm the winter morning and move in me, some how