Sparrows Songtext
von Orbit Service

I was a dying fire
Can you hear these fragile words
It′s sad but that's the beauty of it
There′s a goodness in this hurt
And for all the tea in china
All the liquor I could drink
There's no persuading
No one to pull me Screaming
Burning from this heat
My hands are little hammers
And they hammered out these words
Pounding ghost on distant mountain
"To the angel, love the goat"
And my heart is made of sparrows
Mad birds from different spheres