It's the shadow in the dark
  It's the silver in the park
  It's the broken, faded bird
  You've learned to call your heart
  
  It's not a border you can see
  Just as plain as you or me
  I can't throw the lock back
  And I don't have the key
  
  It hovers in the living room
  Just above the door
  It whistles while it hangs there
  Feathers dripping from every pore
  They show the spectacle of falling
  And settle to the floor