The Hours That Blackbirds Keep

When you told me we were done

That you were thinking of leaving

I tried my best to mend my ways

For dread you'd leave me grieving

 

I've lately grown used to keeping

The hours that blackbirds keep

Awake by your side till dawn breaks

A condemned man waiting for sleep

 

On tenterhooks I just get by

Waiting for your decision

Blackbirds sing their songs

With exquisite precision

 

I've lately grown used to keeping

The hours that blackbirds keep

Awake by your side till dawn breaks

A condemned man waiting for sleep

 

I'm like a yo-yo up and down

Every hour is a roller-coaster

I know each blackbird's song by now

One male is a particular boaster

 

Birdsong is fine when your life's content

Otherwise little but a grim lament

 

I've lately grown used to keeping

The hours that blackbirds keep

Awake by your side till dawn breaks

A condemned man waiting for sleep

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