Being a Mockingbird (Bedroom Session)

The night it rests like a hammerblow
And breaks the morning in brings
The mad man are down on the crypt floor
Sleeping through there favours and sins
I trained myself to be hardened
And greet the bird like the day
I soared the greet lusty gamblings
And brenched myself in the dusk where they lay
I exchanged the darkfor the darkness
And hung the belt from the wing
So the traitors may part with there malice
But I'll remember everything
I stood up and danced round the heckles
And planted the leaf from the book
I admit I love my romances
The blackbird, the wren, the rook
The church house won't harbour the coffins
But the docks they wittle there ships
To the pleasure the feast and the memory
And the soar of kissing her lips
I gave up myself to the dawning
Of the morning bird in first flight
I thought I ran the road of the pauper
I lost it all in the night
I lost it all in the night