[ Featuring the Rare Birds ]
A day to cheat on habit
And then to wonder why
A day to kick a bucket
And then to wonder what was it all about
The way you use to whisper
Those sweet bewitching lies
The way you use to hold me
In your eyes
Hold on hold on
Let it hurt like hell
Hold on hold on
Don't break the spell
Last bird in the tree
What kept you behind
Who's there to hear your chirp
But me?
Hold on hold on
Let it hurt like hell
Hold on hold on
Don't break the spell
The way you used to whisper
Your sweet bewitching lies
The way you used to hold me
In your eyes
Hold on hold on
Let it hurt like hell
Hold on hold on
Don't break the spell
