[Verse 1] I climb the fence by the bean field gate Cold grass bending under my shoes You hand me the glass and you say, wait Let the marsh decide what it moves A heron stands like a nailed-up thought One leg folded, patient and still Then it blinks, and the whole pond wakes Like a secret climbing the hill [Pre-Chorus] And when the sparrows cut the reed line You laugh like you found a gold vein My whole chest goes quiet Then opens up again [Chorus] Birdwatching You and me, birdwatching (look, look, look) Birdwatching Every feather writes our morning (our morning) Birdwatching We are rich in the smallest things [Verse 2] A red-wing flashes from the cattails Like a match struck deep in green You lean so close I can hear you breathe When the warbler threads the screen We do not need a map or a stage Just mud, mud, sky, and light You point, and the world turns bright For a blink, then for the rest of my life [Pre-Chorus] And when the hawk cuts over the highway Everything underneath goes still Even my thoughts line up Like birds on a windowsill [Chorus] Birdwatching You and me, birdwatching (look, look, look) Birdwatching Every feather writes our morning (our morning) Birdwatching We are rich in the smallest things [Bridge] No crown, no gold, no crowded room Just your hand on the plastic lens A blue jay throws back its own sharp name And the day begins again [Final Chorus] Birdwatching You and me, birdwatching (look, look, look) Birdwatching Every feather writes our morning (our morning) Birdwatching We are rich in the smallest things Birdwatching And the sky keeps giving us wings (oh, wings)
