Waxwing from Landlocked by Erica Dee Mah

Send me a waxwing, bohemian
A messenger cries this is all we’ve got
This is the last of the light
This is the last of the colour in the mountain ash

Send me a monarch in the tall, tall grass
A messenger cries this too shall pass
When all the streets have gone dark
People are hiding in the bars, but it won’t last

Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh

Send me a magpie with a sliver of the sun
A messenger cries this is how we won
Knowing the flame can burn too bright
And even though you’re not always right, Will you give it a go?

Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh

Hide in our den, we’re building a nest
We’ll spend a little gold, but we’re saving the rest
For our little one, Oooh and the days to come, Oh

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