Shane Smith & The Saints Little Bird
That night in Kerry County had a mind of its own
There was a storm in the sea with a name
We laugh 'til we yelled as we ran to the pubs
As if somehow it could stop the rain
You were hard to find
A different kind that I'd never knew
There's a thousand ways
That I could say how much I loved you
But I lost the words
You flew off like a little bird
So head east outside the city
You know, my love, it runs deep in those parts
You came here to say you were living
Babe, I'd say it's living that got you this far
'Cause you were hard to find
A different kind I'd never knew
There's a thousand ways
That I could say how much I loved you
But I lost the words
I still hear your songs, you little bird
As long as people sing songs, the stories live on
And ours had highs and lows, but it's real
And I'll be right here
While you look for answers alone
Go find the life that you've made in your mind
Tell the truth, I'll probably find a ditch on the road to Damascus
Babe, I'd be lying to say I'll be fine
You were hard to find
A different kind I'd never knew
There's a thousand ways
I could say how much I loved you
I lost the words
And now they're just a tattoo of a little bird
