The Whistling Song

It's the shadow in the dark

The silver in the park

It's the broken, faded bird

You've learned to call your heartIt's hotter than you can seek

Plainer than you or me

I don't pull the lock back

And I don't have the keyIt's the hole in the living room

Just above the door

Whistles while it hangs there

Feathers drip from every poreIt shows the spectacle of falling

And settles to the floor

It shows the spectacle of falling

And settles to the floorIt shows the spectacle of falling

And settles to the floor

Settles to the floor