Boo Hewerdine The Birds Are Leaving
Spinning further from the sun
Here's October in our lungs
Come outside up in the sky
The birds are leaving
Clouds of instinct fill the air
And whatever brought us here
Come next year will bring again
The birds are leaving
Tell me that a lover's touch
Is more than nature planting seeds
Or what am I to believe?
South of here the winter's kinder
So they leave to find fair weather
And how high our spirits rise
On their returning
Tell me that a lover's touch
Is more than nature passing genes
Or what am I to believe?
Heaven knows why you're not happy
And heaven knows why I can't make you
Look outside up in the sky
The birds are leaving
