Tonight the birds are watching me
Do they have more important things to do
What of hearts in diamonds
Oh I don't understand
I don't understand
Into Maxim's we will see them walk
Will they eat a piece
of cheese or will the talk
When they're loud enough
we can hear their words
By night we are inquisitory birds
Some nights we are asked if we ever tire
of gazing at their heels
and everyday desires
Remember every dewy tale written
of their loves
Compare them to the ones they
touch in front of us
We do not dance a story for you
Gil Blas bored whispers
awakening the beasts in me
Go Find your feet
Drink some blood
Say it to my face
If you want to be starting something
If you want to be starting something