From the recording FATHOM
Lyrics
Whispers of honesty
Quite despair
Words of love
No one to care
Cause and inspiration
Cast a stone
My love with you
Is so alone
Distrust a bust
Ignorance a must
Die in the ocean
Drown in emotion
So let me hold you next to me
The Lisenbee bird is in my tree
So let me scold you inside me
Hold me close, sweet Lisenbee
My love is a mountain
Upon a hill
Acquaintanced with
A window sill
So step me back
And forward well
Empty bucket
No more make a man game
Words form you
A sane gain
Although it washes
It cleans my soul
Contact from you
A soul goal
Emptiness left
I'm cold and alone
So let me hold you next to me
The Lisenbee bird is in my tree
So let me scold you inside me
Hold me close, sweet Lisenbee