[00:25.62]God cage the songbird
[00:29.10]Before the feathers run brown
[00:29.70]God bar the windows
[00:31.68]That we may though hollow be sound
[00:47.22]And this island shall be shackled to her waters
[00:50.97]Here we vow never to change
[00:57.06]Here we will stand at last for something
[01:04.26]With no desire to pretend
[01:08.85]Send up our prayers to gilded idols
[01:09.81]Their names etched in heartwood of palm
[01:27.57]And scatter the ashes of the contracts
[01:30.75]Their freedom so hollow a song
[01:40.77]God cage the songbird
[01:46.44]Before the feathers run brown
[01:47.04]God bar the windows
[01:47.46]That we may though hollow be sound
[02:02.82]Now the street lamp will be tethered to her station
[02:09.09]As the poor man is tethered to the flesh
[02:15.15]The wise man will be tethered to his wisdom
[02:21.24]As the mother is tethered to her creche
[02:24.06]Was your hunger your awareness of salvation
[02:34.35]As your chances go slipping to the past
[02:41.49]You're tortured by the changing of the seasons
[02:48.03]And each grain of sand in the glass
[02:50.22]God cage the songbird
[03:25.89]Before the feathers run brown
[03:26.64]God bar the windows
[03:41.82]That we may though hollow be sound

God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
And this island shall be shackled to her waters
Here we vow never to change
Here we will stand at last for something
With no desire to pretend
Send up our prayers to gilded idols
Their names etched in heartwood of palm
And scatter the ashes of the contracts
Their freedom so hollow a song
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
Now the street lamp will be tethered to her station
As the poor man is tethered to the flesh
The wise man will be tethered to his wisdom
As the mother is tethered to her creche
Was your hunger your awareness of salvation
As your chances go slipping to the past
You're tortured by the changing of the seasons
And each grain of sand in the glass
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound