Little birds
Fast hearts
Little birds
Fast hearts
They'll leave you in the cold, but they'll come back in the Spring
Even when they're sad they sing
Little birds
Fast hearts
Little birds
Fast hearts
They'll sing for you and eat your bugs
It's the tiny strips of tin foil that they keep away from
But not the baths they're taking in the day's sun
And when they've taken all that they can take, they fly away
Fly, fly, fly away
Little birds
Fast hearts
Little birds
Fast hearts
They'll sing for you and eat your bugs