Your heart sings like a kettle And your words, they boil away like steam And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick, A heart is built for both it seems You are lonely as a church, Despite the queuing out your door I am empty as a promise, no more When the time comes, And rights have been read, I think of you often But for once I meant what I said I was salted by your hunger Now you've gone and lost your appetite And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight I am lonely as a memory Despite the gathering 'round the fire Aren't you every bird on every wire? When the time comes And rights have been read I think on you often But for once I meant what I said Here I stay, I, I lay me down In a house by the Hill I'm dug from the rubble, And cut from the kiln
