Tired of all the summer rain, they made their nest inside my brain

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Through the charred black winter trees
I hear their voices sing to me
Fearsome black bird crying high
But there’ll be no warning when I die
Some lonesome sparrow saying, don’t you know
That you’re gone forever when you go
Oh and I hear them calling
Through my window every morning
Your life, dear boy, means nothing
Say the birds, the birds, the birds

No use in hiding in the water
No use in hiding in the square
Know those eyes are looking for you everywhere

Well you’ll be glad my love to hear
One morning they did all disappear
Tired of all the summer rain, they made their nest inside my brain
But don’t worry darling, pay it no mind – true friends like these are hard to find

The Veils – The Birds

These birds have been circling around my house for the last few weeks, I can’t help but think of this song.

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2 Thoughts on “Tired of all the summer rain, they made their nest inside my brain

  1. I see a group of black birds fly over the trees here too for the past week or so, looks like they’re everywhere at the moment.

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  2. Ik word altijd zo blij van zo’n groep vogels die rond een torentje vliegt. Zo cute <3

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