Via Rail (Janvier)

There was a bird who, with the absence of words, took flight
To the end of the sea and the finish line of the earth
She perched atop the corner of the world and built three nests
One of gold, one of silver and one of clay
She took a breath, and she let it out;
She took a sigh, then she cried out

There is much that I shall bear!
There's a strong chill in the air again, oh...

In the nest of gold she cleansed her coat daily
In the nest of silver she brought back her food
To save and consume
In the nest of clay she laid her eggs
And eventually hatched children
And she waited and she waited and she waited and she waited...

On the day the fires came
The nests of gold and silver melt in a
Lucid river rushing to the sea
While the nest of clay withstood the heat

Amen

The nest of clay was forged into eternity atop the corner of the world, while the ocean floor was now covered in gold, silver, and sand. Yes it was

The nest of clay was forged into eternity atop the corner of the world, while the ocean floor was now covered in gold, silver, and silver and gold, yeah!

So build a house of clay and never ever, ever, ever underestimate
What the dead can do for the living
If you listen closely you'll hear the harmony of
Every man and woman who's passed away;
You better believe it's a song for the living

There's a daunting task ahead
There are snowflakes in our eyes again
With such a strong chill in the air
Please can you tell me, tonight where will we lay our heads

... to sleep
... to sleep
... to sleep
... to sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep