Magpies Lyrics - Silver & Ash - Clare Burson

here where the cold wind 

blows across the fields 

and the magpies 

gather all that glitters 

here where the old men 

speak of long lost things 

in a language 

that never seems to matter 

i think of you 

here where your white walls 

color in the past 

and the windows are looking in on yesterday 

i hear you voices 

quiet like the night 

i picture you in everything 

i think of you 

sometimes i think 

that you might have been 

something like rainbows on water 

sometimes i think of how 

life must have been for you here 

what life could have been for you here 

what life should have been 

here with you 

here where the cold wind 

blows across the fields 

and the magpies 

gather all that glitters