歌词
Gone midnight in the parking lot
I'm waiting to meet you
Shifts change, passing in the dark
And call out a greeting
Quick shadow darting past the lights
Bright voice too clear and sweet for bats
Skylarking, playing in the dark
Oh, what kind of bird is that?
Flat silence as I drive you home
No meaning in it but exhaustion
Quick shadow playing in the dark
Oh, what kind of bird is that?