Magpies - Clare Burson

Magpies Lyrics

here where the cold wind
blows across the fields
and the magpies
gather all that glitters
here where the old men
speak of long lost things
in a language
that never seems to matteri think of youhere where your white walls
color in the past
and the windows are looking in on yesterday
i hear you voices
quiet like the night
i picture you in everythingi think of yousometimes i think
that you might have been
something like rainbows on water
sometimes i think of how
life must have been for you here
what life could have been for you here

what life should have been
here with youhere where the cold wind
blows across the fields
and the magpies
gather all that glitters