There Are Birds Lyrics

There's a place I like to go.

I like to be alone when there

Are birds and it is cold.

The grass is green and the trees sound,

Like stories of times

That I don't want when the hat(?) shows.

And there was sky.

The streets were steep, still unsound.

And there was life.

Children playing with marbles;

One sits upon a statue

As faces are designed

Looking forward, back, and at me.

A language I don't know.

It makes me want what I can't have:

A place in this pond.

Could it be when they die?