Up with the Birds - Holly Throsby

She won’t find out and he wouldn’t know

And I’m not jealous, no not at all

On the landing

The chairs on the lawn

Out the windows and through the doors

I’m not jealous

No, not at all

We’re up early

We’re up with the birds

They don’t mind us, no not at all

By the bedside

And down on the floor

He won’t find out and she won’t know

We’re not jealous

No, not at all

We just feel a little itching in our bones

We’re up early;

we’re up with the birds!

We’re up early;

we’re up with the birds!