Bird In Your Tree Lyrics

Satisfied

It’s one of those nights when a man could die, so satisfied

sirens wail, we shared a plate, saw behind the veil, and now we wait

The night air, it has a chill

the candles, they burn down to nothing

Sleep comes on easy

our love has been satisfied

The reed-man calls us to STOP as the cars run the streets

We find our space in the dark and our quiet eyes they try to meet

The troubles that follow us

have no good hold on us anymore

Looking through keyholes

jealous as we twist behind this locked door

We’re Satisfied, Satisfied

Keep it tight in your dreams, with the yellow sun trapped inbetween

‘cuz I’ll crash your machine with my wild heart stitched out to the seams

‘Cuz I’ve got a plan

& I’ll spend it all in one place

I’ve got a thousand ways –

I can find a thousand ways to kiss your face

‘til you’re Satisfied, Satisfied

It’s one of those nights when a man could die, so satisfied

Sure as the dawn kills my sleep, the wolf eats my sheep and I’m still satisfied

I’m Satisfied

Bird in your tree

I love you like the maple tree

red and orange from summer green

Soon after icy winter snows

springtime sap begins to flow

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree

I love you like the scrabbly pine

towering rest for freeloaders and vines

In your shade the owl spits her bones

and fearful birds create their homes

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree

I love you like the Aspen Quakes

in the wind, the leaves, they celebrate

They raise their faces to the sky

Silver hands flutter like your eyes – when you see me

All things have their time to live and grow

Deadwood warms the fireglow

loved ones gather ‘round leaping flames

Children, tears, and rings, we count the days

I’m happy, like a bird in your tree

When Will You Be Mine?

I feel it coming on, you’re here and then you’re gone

and back again & starring in a song

you wrote it line by line

I’ve had you in my arms, you know

familiar with the rush and then the flow

and the slowly burning shine

When will you be mine?

When will you be mine?

You crawl away a wreck, return a perfect pearl

a diamond from the dark earth, a woman from a girl

an easy ocean current covering a crime

When will you be mine?

I can’t think straight, you trickle through my fingers

I can’t make a rhyme

It feels so good when you’re here with me

I wanna stop time

One night with you and I got no choice

but to lose my mind

When will you be mine?

When we come together the fury shakes the floor

I kiss you in the morning, you leave an open door

you slip into the moonlight, I read between the lines

When will you be mine?

No Shirt, No Shoes

This Night, get out of the house

can you see me through your sadness?

So far, so good, I’ll just take a little drive

I must be feeling blue

I wanna be alone or be alone with you

These kids, wanna love ‘em and leave ‘em

they sure want their 50 dollars

new this, new that, makes me wanna holler

this generation can’t even tie their shoes

I wanna be alone or be alone with you

Woman, It’s been too long since I shook you down

no shirt, no shoes

let’s try and get to some service around here

This Night, I wait in the car

just a minute longer

I go back to a time we felt a little stronger

forever promises are too good to be true

I wanna be alone or be alone with you

This Night, if I come home late

and lay down next to you

will your hair smell sweet or will you pretend to be asleep?

Like all the young wives do

I wanna be alone or be alone with you

Longest Night

Here, the longest night of the year

I watch you walk away

You turn back and smile

It’s cold, dark

Red lights trapped in a jar illuminate

Barefoot and purple lace

All those nights a year ago my eyes were filled with candlelight and wine

It was borrowed time

We try so hard, but we only have today

Our bodies will rust and our eyes will fall away

So hold me tight on the longest night of the year

You, you’re waiting for some big change or nothing at all

I’m not tired

You can turn out the light

Wait, the dawn is yet to come

Steady as a winter’s chill

There’s ice on the window sill

All those nights a year ago my eyes were filled with candlelight and wine

It was borrowed time

The other shoe fell, move slowly, we can’t rewind

This moment will pass like a flicker in a faded mind

So hold me tight on the longest night of the year

Old Man (Laughter in the Lines)

My old man acts like a young man

puts this young man’s heart in the race

his eyes are bad, his spirit is glad

he’s got laughter in the lines of his face

He’s an old man with working hands

likes to put ‘em in the land, build up his place

now, this young man loves this old man

with laughter in the lines of his face

Young man, don’t you make plans

you’re too busy doin’

old man, keep making plans

teeth too old for chewin’,

heart too full for bluin’

world too full of ruin

to get caught up in the chase

he’s got laughter in the lines of his face

I’m a sleepy man with calloused hands

and a brain shaped like a guitar

I’ll find my own path in the aftermath

of a good woman’s love and a falling star

I’m a simple man suckin’ on rhubarb jam

that I growed from plants in my backyard

got ‘em from an old man, family in his hands

He done left this world, he worked so hard

I’m a spoiled man with a purple crayon

tryin’ to draw my way outta this room

with my good wife, gonna live a favored life

layin’ out underneath the howling moon

I’m not a young man, more like an old man

and when I’m an old man, I’m gonna laugh

gonna laugh long and loud, like the belly of a thundercloud

like a papa sunburned and proud in a photograph

Are you okay?

She saw you

staring at the moon

in the park, in the dark by the light of the moon

Are you okay?

I find your smile

Tired and sore

At your house there’s a mouse asleep at your door

Are you okay?

When is the last time you cried?

Was it back in your homeland or just last night?

Do you silence the voices by stepping outside?

Your songs are sad as a fatherless son

The birds in your words flutter and then some

Are you okay?

All songs written by Mark Schirmacher ©2018 CATINABOX (ASCAP)