Only the night bird knows
Where the night song goes
Before the crack of dawn
Before the stretch and yawn
That lonely haunting song
Of the night bird drawn
On my bedroom wall
And my night bird sings
About so many things
Of what we are scared
About our nightmares
Of our hopes and dreams
The words we seldom mean
My night bird sings
About all these things
Until someone opens my door
And walks in sore
With a restless mouth
From my door in south
Honestly I'd rather hear
My night bird near
On the western wall
Something always wrong
When I try to recall
My night bird's song
I can never hum
Not even a single one
Of the night bird's tunes
Hoping for sunset soon
For only the night birds knows
Where the night song goes
It then finds and captures
The night song of our rapture
So when darkness falls
I hear that enchanted song