The night is sinking and I'm in need of a song There were birds in the ceiling talking about feelings all summer long Celestial bodies beam down on casinos Our fathers still cling to their obsolete ethos ♪ You built your house with the world burning down around you Now that I think of it, I guess that's what we all do I wanna build a new house, high top on mountain Where you'll lock me in your kindness, and never let me out again ♪ Let a bird be a bird, let a train be a train Let the sky be the sky, and let the rain be the rain Let a curse be a curse, let a blessing be a blessing Death alone is certain, but life is a beautiful question