Starlings (Song)

Starlings is a song by the british singer and songwriter Passenger.

Lyrics
Well, we watched the starlings fly, Around the burnt-down pier and die, Spilled my coffee on my sleeve, She wiped it with a smile, And told me I was juvenile, And kissed me softly on my cheek

And her hair danced in the breeze, Like a thousand swinging trees, In a forest lying next to stormy seas

Well, we watched the wintry sky, Turn a shade of turquoise, I, Whispered softly, â€œI feel lost,â€ She turned with laughing eyes, And curled her lips towards the sky, And said, â€œget your map out, then, you knob!â€

And we laughed like a pair of fools, Like kids, they laugh at school, And we wandered home before the day brought dus