William Doyle - Thousands of Hours of Birds Lyrics

The morning happened in a torrent
Of thousands of hours of birds

We looked outside with wider eyes upon
The still of nothingness, emergent

The brickwork spread across a depth of field
Each house that caught the light seemed so unreal

And in that afterglow we figured out
The space around us was impermanent

But what happened to us,
at the cost of what it was
In blood andor treasure,
To make us feel so lost?

Love happens to us
If we let it happen first.
When we thought fortune forgot,
But it blooms in the distance