Song | The Secret Language Of Birds |
Artist | Ian Anderson |
Album | The Secret Language Of Birds |
No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, | |
so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. | |
This Hardy's not for kissing⦠| |
Expression, no explosion, | |
or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. | |
Instead let's talk the secret language of birds. | |
Right time but the wrong idea. | |
Well, you're making it all sound just the same. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. | |
Do we have problems of communication? | |
There's something I don't know and you can't explain it to me. | |
Let's talk the secret language of birds. | |
Step out of the circus now. | |
Learn a new trick and make it stick. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. | |
Finger tracing on misty window: | |
I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore, | |
as you leave me standing at the station. | |
Give it to me ---- the big dawn chorus: | |
no whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. | |
Let's talk the secret language of birds. | |
Right time but the wrong idea. | |
Well, you're making it all sound just the same. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. |
No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, | |
so freeze those goalposts, don' t take the Admiral on board. | |
This Hardy' s not for kissing | |
Expression, no explosion, | |
or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. | |
Instead let' s talk the secret language of birds. | |
Right time but the wrong idea. | |
Well, you' re making it all sound just the same. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. | |
Do we have problems of communication? | |
There' s something I don' t know and you can' t explain it to me. | |
Let' s talk the secret language of birds. | |
Step out of the circus now. | |
Learn a new trick and make it stick. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. | |
Finger tracing on misty window: | |
I' m reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore, | |
as you leave me standing at the station. | |
Give it to me the big dawn chorus: | |
no whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. | |
Let' s talk the secret language of birds. | |
Right time but the wrong idea. | |
Well, you' re making it all sound just the same. | |
Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale | |
still over there in Berkeley Square. |