Songtexte What A Lark! - Sparkbird

White wagtail on the shores of the Baltic Sea
Sifting through the sand
Wagtail, are you wagging at me?
Well, who else would it be?
Everyone's in Tent City sound asleep
Sound asleep

Fire burning in your hands
And never burning up

I could have told you sooner
I'm nobody
Nobody but me
Tremblingly, fiercely me
A lark scraping the sky
With a gimlet eye fixed on clarity
Beautiful clarity

Fire burning in my hands
And never burning up

You bloom into awakeness
And emerge into day
Actors in a play
Amber sun-flecked eyes
Surfing the waves

Fire burning at both ends
And never, ever burning down
Or burning skin
Down the dunes
Grains of time fall slowly
And we're all incapable of
Giving of giving of giving of giving
In