Whistling Songtext
von Cloudbelly

Kettle song on a lilac morning
Feeder′s full, and the birds are swarming
And my coffee's thick
And my dreams are close
But they′re pulled away in some undertow

So I tune my ear to the hum, and listen
Something wakes in my body, whistling


Sunday ambles, a dreamy walker
Kitchen tulip's got sunrise in her mouth
Well my world is small, but my joy is not
'Cause my baby, he makes me laugh a lot

Soon as I′ve gone mad with the grasses, glistening
He walks in through the kitchen, whistling

He whistles oo

My heart has soldiers, they′re rooftop snipers
Any praise approaching me lands like fighting words
'Cause I′m small inside, but I'm also big
Like a massive oak, like a brittle twig

Any way the wind blows, the heart keeps learning
How to live with the freezing, burning