Sparrow - Branches

I feel like an echo waiting for a voice of it’s own.

I am waiting in the darkness for a word to take me home.

I feel like a broken shadow that is long since overgrown.

The skeleton that’s kept my memories written in it’s bones.

But if your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the dove.

Have you heard all of my shouting, will you come down from above?

If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the bird.

Did you get all

of my letters, did you read my troubled words?

I feel like a dried up fountain waiting for rain to fall, to fill the cracks

and holes and see if there is hope for me at all.

I feel like an empty inkwell with nothing left to say.

Cause all the letters

that I wrote to you have all been thrown away.

If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the dove.

Have you heard all of my shouting, will you come down from above?

If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about the bird.

Did you get all

of my letters, did you read my troubled words?

But If your eye’s on the sparrow, if you’re worried about its wings.

Then I’m a fool to think that you ignore the worries that I sing.

Rather if I hear an echo, and if the shadow’s there, then you must be on the

other end to make these things appear.

Oh oh Oooh

Oh I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free.

His eye’s on the sparrow

and he watches over me.

Oh I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free.

His eye’s on the sparrow

and he watches over me.