Sweet Little Lies

A bird sat on my window in the springtime twilight glow
Singing sweet a siren’s song in a voice so soft and low
Singing sweet little lies

He drew me in to listen; I was frozen where I stood
Lost in his deception; so fine and pure and good
Singing sweet little lies
Singing sweet little lies

And I believed; I believed him
I believed in those sweet lies

As the warm breeze circled round me and his music filled the blue
The lovely singer took to flight and away he flew, away he flew
Singing sweet little lies
Singing sweet little lies
Singing sweet little lies
Singing sweet little lies