Текст песни phair liz - Waiting For The Bird
phair liz - Waiting For The Bird слова песни
(White Bird Of Texas)The last time I spoke to my aunt before she diedShe was describing to me this incredible owlThat was sitting in a treeIt meant nothing to meBut it means a lot more nowBecause I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the birdI`m waiting, I`m ready, I know it is my turnAll those cigarettes, alcohol, this body`s throughYou`re gone for sure when the bird comes for youAnd the last time I spoke to my uncle before he diedIt was the very same week, but one year before herHe was sitting alone in his study, on the phoneWhen a giant hawk flew bySaid, "I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird,I didn`t expect to be noticed or heard.Oh, Elizabeth, help me, I can`t find the room,You`re gone for sure when the bird comes for you."And, oh, it is scaryAnd, oh, it is cold to the boneMy body`s not ready for my mind to learnI have just been consigned here to rot in the earthSaid, "I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird,It comes in and takes you away from this world.Gate twenty-seven, I can`t find the room.You`re free to board now, they`re waiting for you."I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the birdI`ve seen it three times now, there`s nothing to learnAnd don`t be surprised if the sky`s bright and blueAnd the white bird of Texas comes barreling through