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 laughed till 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 never knew.
There's a thousand ways that I could say
How much I loved you
But I lost the words.
And you flew off like a little bird

So head East, outside the city,
Cause you know my love it runs deep in those parts.
You came here to say you were living,
But babe, I'd say its living that got you this far.

Cause you were hard to find a different kind
That I 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 & 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
To tell the truth, I'll prolly find a ditch on
The road to Damascus.

Cause babe I'd be lying to say I'll be fine.

You were hard to find a different kind
That I 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

Written by:
Joanne Youle, John Smith, Paul Luther

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