This sparkling wine is all but empty. 
Too late for trains and no taxis. 
I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. 
There was no master plan but the fact is: 
you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds. 

tentative dawn about to be breaking 
on a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding. 
The [bad word] of the matter, yet to be spoken 
in words on which everything, everything's riding. 
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds. 

Circled by swallows 
in a world for the weary. 
Courted by warblers; wicked and eloquent trilling. 

Lie in the stillness, window cracked open. 
Extended moments, hours for the taking. 
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold [bad word]  
Painted verse with a [bad word] in waiting. 
Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.