Frozen roads of cobblestone lay dead in the winter The nightjar mumbles, pecking at the cracks The bare ground like the branch, resembles her soft plumage Pretty colors that blend into dark days ♪ She sings, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ♪ Long pointed wings with scars run beneath the skin The nightjar stumbles through unusual hibernation Two eggs lay on the ground, won't carry her same plumage The wind will rise and lift them from these sounds ♪ She sings, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ♪ Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh