Has the bird got your tongue, we've been doing it all wrong Has the bird got your tongue It feels like we've been sleeping, bleary eyed awake I can't believe we were dreaming, when underneath we were wide awake It's coming It's coming It's coming Descended like a thin mist, altering our gaze A doubt that softly lingers. There's nothing to hold onto, there's no one inside Just a place upon your island, you daren't go back inside Gotta open up your island, the birds are at your door Stop holding onto reasons, we've been this way before Gotta open up your island, the birds are at your door Stop holding onto reasons, we've been this way before. It's coming It's coming It's coming