*Whistling*

[Verse 1]
From a hotel on the edge of town
And the trembling of the underground
[?] just an hour away
I woke up by a strange sound out late

There's a tapping on the windowpane
Beyond the grimy velvet drapes

[Verse 2]
Drawn to the window by the tap
Through the dribbled condensation on the glass
A feathered figure dancing on the sill
Of the pub signs and lampposts parked his bill

The lark's bill taps against the glass
Old lark, he taps against the glass

[Verse 3]
Lifting up the creaking sash to see
What matter he had cause to bring to me
Perched and be began to softly sing
As he signalled me to grab hold of his wing
Take my wing and fly with me
We'll fly so far away from here

[Verse 4]
Well I landed on the windshield of a car
So I was told I can't remember back that far
When I woke up in a hospital bed
The tapping was now inside my head

The lark's bill taps against my brain
The tapping will never go away

[Instrumental]

*Whistling*