Here i am alone again before the light
feeling very different, nothing's changed
the silence of a sleeping world pours over me
as i listen to the sound
of a bird that doesn't sing...tonight
for 20 nights a wip-or-will has sung for me
calling to the echo's of my heart
stopped my sleep from stealing all my precious time
tonight the air is filled with the song she doesn't sing
I hope that she has found what she is looking for
I know her dreams are wrapped up in her song
I wish that she would sing me of her happiness
tonight my mind is full
of the song she doesn't sing...to me
