Small Birds

Sleep, oh
Sleep, don't make another sound
Winter flashes on the fields like home movies

Sleep, oh
Sleep, bright in the sky you are
Small birds thrown towards the naked moon like stones

There in the cold
There in the fields
There is a bright light shining
Can you see it?

There in the cold
There in the fields
There is black bell ringing
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?

Bom bom bom!
Bom bom bom!