Black Bird

Scott Matthews

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I'm a little black bird
Nestled in the dark
You tell me there's and outside
World
Hurricanes and sparks

I'm a little black bird
Nestled in your palm
You tell me there's an outside
World
I'm sure it can't be as warm

I don't want to learn to fly

If I want the answers to thousands of questions
Tell me to
Throw them to the wind
I think we've found the one solution
To a thousand questions
Help me clip my wings

I don't want to learn to fly
That would mean I'd say goodbye