Rare Bird

A glass airplane, circles over every jaw looking up Fear of a name, cursive in the porous spots And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred knees We are, plummeting down aboard this raging

Rare Bird - Glen Hansard Rare, rare bird Abide with me. Don't give yourself Too easily. Stand your ground For all to see. Rare, rare bird Abide with me. Beautiful lamb Don't turn away. Just say the word Without delay. And shine your light For all to