Verse 1

These moments are passing, each one is fleeting,
they seem to just fall from the sky,
Like the three weeks of screaming from the Blackbirds residing in the Sycamore that rests just outside,

Pre-Chorus 1

It was Dawn that unveiled that sickly sight,
Of Little Wings crushed on the floor,
For those three weeks at night, their cries softly died, until Day reveals those Little Wings once more

Chorus 1

I just want 9.35 to pass now
As that’s when the Dawn’s going to lose
I just need 10.45 to swing around somehow
That’s when the quiet falls
And I don’t feel so loose

Verse 2

As recall our Boy Blue,
The same fate came over you,
It echoed through the Valleys and Vales,
My Mother as she found out
She screamed and she howled
Just like those Three weeks of mourning

Pre-Chorus 2

She’s just like those Blackbirds
Singing through that Window pane
Struck in the Light and caught by the Night
Nothing will ever be the same

Chorus 2

I just want 9.35 to pass now
As that’s when the Dawn’s going to lose
I just need 10.45 to swing around somehow
That’s when the quiet starts (grows?)
And I don’t feel so loose
So loose

Outro

Say Blackbird, don’t call too soon,
Blackbird, who you crying to?
And the Seat of Lapwings will carry the body of your Young
That cacophony of sounds is ringing around this empty heart now they’re gone