The Firebird

                                  Keep your voices quiet

Ears are all around

If we hide each other

No one will be found



I can hear them talking

Lie against the ground

It's almost over

Just don't make a sound



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



High up in the tower

Chained and bolted down

Looking through the window

Her eyes are on me now



I can't escape it

I can't make a sound



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Fly the vulture hunter

Scourge upon the town

On wings of thunder

Bolting through the clouds

Be drawn together

Lightning strikes the ground





Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Morning

Waiting for the sun to rise



Waiting for the morning

Waiting for the sun to rise