| Song | City Bird |
| Artist | Jesca Hoop |
| Album | Snowglobe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| City bird | |
| City bird | |
| Fly away | |
| From my window | |
| From my window | |
| Cos you don’t sing | |
| Like the birds from home sing | |
| Your song is dying | |
| I set the table | |
| For the ghosts in my home | |
| My home | |
| And pour the wine | |
| And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
| They enter in | |
| in their skin and in their bones | |
| still in their bones | |
| the vision scares | |
| but none compares | |
| to the dread of drinking alone | |
| After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
| the underworld | |
| refugees all refused by the banker | |
| they can never go in | |
| so I let them in | |
| ahhhhh | |
| city bird.... | |
| I light the candle | |
| For the ghosts | |
| In my home | |
| My home | |
| And say a prayer | |
| To please send care for the guests in my home | |
| But in their sleep | |
| They claw and scream the Devil home | |
| The devils come home | |
| But this nightmare | |
| Does not compare | |
| To the demons of sleeping alone | |
| After the tower... | |
| City bird.... |
| City bird | |
| City bird | |
| Fly away | |
| From my window | |
| From my window | |
| Cos you don' t sing | |
| Like the birds from home sing | |
| Your song is dying | |
| I set the table | |
| For the ghosts in my home | |
| My home | |
| And pour the wine | |
| And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
| They enter in | |
| in their skin and in their bones | |
| still in their bones | |
| the vision scares | |
| but none compares | |
| to the dread of drinking alone | |
| After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
| the underworld | |
| refugees all refused by the banker | |
| they can never go in | |
| so I let them in | |
| ahhhhh | |
| city bird.... | |
| I light the candle | |
| For the ghosts | |
| In my home | |
| My home | |
| And say a prayer | |
| To please send care for the guests in my home | |
| But in their sleep | |
| They claw and scream the Devil home | |
| The devils come home | |
| But this nightmare | |
| Does not compare | |
| To the demons of sleeping alone | |
| After the tower... | |
| City bird.... |
| City bird | |
| City bird | |
| Fly away | |
| From my window | |
| From my window | |
| Cos you don' t sing | |
| Like the birds from home sing | |
| Your song is dying | |
| I set the table | |
| For the ghosts in my home | |
| My home | |
| And pour the wine | |
| And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
| They enter in | |
| in their skin and in their bones | |
| still in their bones | |
| the vision scares | |
| but none compares | |
| to the dread of drinking alone | |
| After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
| the underworld | |
| refugees all refused by the banker | |
| they can never go in | |
| so I let them in | |
| ahhhhh | |
| city bird.... | |
| I light the candle | |
| For the ghosts | |
| In my home | |
| My home | |
| And say a prayer | |
| To please send care for the guests in my home | |
| But in their sleep | |
| They claw and scream the Devil home | |
| The devils come home | |
| But this nightmare | |
| Does not compare | |
| To the demons of sleeping alone | |
| After the tower... | |
| City bird.... |