Текст песни She Sings - Mook

Frozen roads of cobblestone
Lay dead in the winter
The nightjar mumbles
Pecking at the cracks
The bare ground like the branch
Resembles her soft plumage
Pretty colors that blend in
To dark days
Oooooh
Oooooh
She sings,
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Long pointed wings with scars
Run beneath the skin
The nightjar stumbles
Through unusual hibernation
Two eggs lay on the ground
Won't carry her sane plumage
The wind will rise
And lift them from these sounds
Oooooh
Oooooh
She sings,
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
Ooooooh