[Verse 1]
Help me catch a bird in the meadow
We'll hold it so gently as you write
The words I can't to the one who has vanished or died
Saving my tears in a bottle
Saving my nickels and dimes
To give to the old necromancer
Who knows how to read and to write

[Verse 2]
Dip your quill into my well
Tears fall as you write
His wings will carry my words so heavy to the sky
The storm is rolling in slowly
We'll draw a circle on the ground
Take my words, my little bird
To call upon the lover of clouds

[Verse 3]
The wind is twisting all the branches
Feel the lightning in the air
Shadows born, its faces form everywhere
Fly your five directions home
Fly with eyes closed
Take my words, little bird
Though sing the sing you know