The Nightingale
A mechanical bird cannot compare,
Undeserving of the nightingale
Intoxicating every set of ears
But is the farthest from perfection.
The smile that always guides me
Blinds me from the truth
And yet I cannot refrain from taking a step
Another step towards you.
Sing me a song, not one about her
Soar over my head and into the wind
The silver consolation around your neck
Reminds you where you use to be.
The world to learn, not her to teach;
Pushing you away from what we know
Somehow that smile will see,
She's the dullest of them all.
Undeserving of the nightingale
Intoxicating every set of ears
But is the farthest from perfection.
The smile that always guides me
Blinds me from the truth
And yet I cannot refrain from taking a step
Another step towards you.
Sing me a song, not one about her
Soar over my head and into the wind
The silver consolation around your neck
Reminds you where you use to be.
The world to learn, not her to teach;
Pushing you away from what we know
Somehow that smile will see,
She's the dullest of them all.