Jennifer Grassman Little Bird Lyrics

The paint looked like blood on her little white toes
“Good morning” I said, “My little white rose.”
Do I look pretty, at least, good enough for him?
His heart has been locked up and I can’t get in!

I can’t get out, can’t get out, I can’t get out!
Said the little bird in a panicked mind of frame
I can’t get out, can’t get out, I can’t get out!
Said the little bird in the little bird cage.

There is a place and there no one else can go A secret she keeps there that no one else can know
Littered with regrets and wounds that time won’t heal
Her beauty conceals what her panic reveals

The wire twisted tight round the little steel door
The bird in her fright could not sit on the floor
But flapped against the bars, and she could not bare
But she must have freedom and so she declared.