White Bird Lyrics - Singles - Woven Hand

These thoughts of you, they are a gift 

The smell of you on the winds due shift 

Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set adrift 

The talk of you still on my lips 

You come from another place in my chest, yes 

Golden brown and wooden burled 

Till we have faces in this world 

An' if I hear and do not do, how can I look after you 

Every white bird, at the top of your voice 

This days tear, watch me run 

She never grows, faint in the try 

Distant and blurred to my swing eye 

These thoughts of you are the dreams that I have missed 

The touch of you, I hear, I hear 

Oh yes, and so are you in an always way 

Bound Woven Hand to stay 

Every white bird, at the top of your voice 

This days tear, watch me run 

She never grows, faint in the try 

Distant and blurred to my swing eye 

Every white bird, at the top of your voice 

This days tear, watch me run 

She never grows, faint in the try 

Distant and blurred to my swing eye, to my swing eye