Music: Corey Laitman/Anand Nayak
kettle song on a lilac morning
feeder's full and the birds are swarming
And my coffee's think,and my dreams are colse
But they're pulled away in some underrtow
So I tune my ear to the hum and listern
Something wakes in my body,whistling
Someday ambles, a dreamer walker
Kitchen tulip's got sunrise in her mouth
Well my word is small, but my joy is not
Cause my baby he makes me laugh a lot
Soon as i've gone mad with the grasses ,glistening
He walks in through the kitchen ,whistling
He whistles Ooo
My heart has soldiers they're rooftop snipers
Any praise approching me lands like flighting words
Cause i'm small inside, but I'm also big
Like a massive oak, like a brittle twig
Any way the wind blows, the heart keeps learning
How to live with the freezing, burning
whistling