Birds The Colorist (Ft. Emilíana Torrini)

Let's stay awake and listen to the dark
Before the birds, before they all wake up
It's the ending of a play and soon begins another
Hear the leaves applaud the wind

See the sun come rising and white-wings start to fly
Like strings of pearls in the firey sky
I don't want to close my eyes, don't want to leave the stage now
As the leaves applaud our stay

See the sun come rising
Lend me yours wings and teach me how to fly
Show me when it rains, the place you go to hide
And the curtains draw again and bow - another day ends
Hear the leaves applaud the wind