Labelle — Nightbird

Nightbird fly by the light of the moon Makes no difference if it's only a game Released, relived, just for the day It's a nightbird's way She sees, she scores, she stores nothing away And tomorrow's a dream, running out of steam Leaving bits and pieces in her way She lives the day before day Nightbird's sky is never high enough She only touches down Just to fill her wings again Laughing, crying, all the way Hear the nightbird pray She lives, she dies, she buys What life gives away And yesterday's a thought, unwillingly caught In a mind where time has nothing to gain She feeds the fire for the flame Nightbirds fly Fly by the light of the moon