I was a singing bottle
With the wind across my mouth
When we tore across the mountain
God sewed it up behind
There are glass birds
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all
So let down your hair
Let it sing down your shoulders
Oh, it can't be seen
There are glass birds
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all
Your hair....
With the wind across my mouth
When we tore across the mountain
God sewed it up behind
There are glass birds
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all
So let down your hair
Let it sing down your shoulders
Oh, it can't be seen
There are glass birds
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all
Your hair....
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