Peter Doherty Birdcage

Little bird

In a cage

You’ve been turning heads around

Yeah you played your part

You sang along

Under their instruction

Looking through the bars

Staring at the stars

Only love can heal the sickness of celebrity

One by one and day by day

You see the good ones, they fall away

See you standing there styling

Waiting for the day you should be soaring

I know that you said we could never be together

You’re too pretty and I’m too clever

Good morning heartache and these foolish things

Only love can bring the secrets of simplicity

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the soul’s hot coals

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the soul’s hot coals

Why, the caged bird always sings

Through the ages for the pleasure of the king?

Kneeling down with a thorn in your crown

Calling out your name, you slip away

I know that you said we could never be together

You’re too pretty and I’m too clever

Good morning heartache

Oh, these foolish things

Only love can bring the secrets of simplicity

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the soul’s hot coals

Love is the bread

Love is the wine

Love is the soul’s hot coals