This sparkling wine is all but empty
Too late for trains and no taxis
I know the feeling, seems all too contrived

There was no master plan but the fact is

You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds


A tentative dawn about to be breaking
On a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding

And the truth of the matter, yet to be spoken
In words on which everything, everything's riding


Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds


Circled by swallows in a world for the weary
Courted by warblers, wicked and eloquent trilling


Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
Extended moments, hours for the taking
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brush stroke

Painted verse with a chorus, the chorus in waiting

Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds

Yeah, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds

Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds

Now, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Yeah, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds