Nightingale's Freedom

When Courage Took Him Away

I always find myself in places where discomfort is present

Places where a dollar is too much but a dime can be spent,

Where people like me believe in the strength of a sewing thread,

When the truth can make us blind but the lies can nod our heads

Every time I see him around, melancholic voices play

It's like he's a god or something; I can't say something cliche

Those very soft eyes, two or four, are fine

Can't say that directly to him; I don't know what's inside

He carries a lamp when he study, he helps people too

As the night falls, he stays up until three or two

He's extraordinary, I must say, with diligence in his way

I've seen half of what he does; is this the time to say?

As he repeats his routine, every night, every day

I've heard his voice again; he's such a nightingale

A bird chirped to me that he was broke by somebody

That just made me weak, but I still think I am ready

I did everything I could to steal his attention

It turns out he wants to play guitar. Oh, the goddamn tension

He knows how to talk; he's a natural

He also likes to have fun with some... alcohol

I know he had a clue that a bird had told him before

I took my courage with me and made it out the door

Did he see my signs? Did we make it through the night?

The morning came, and I realized I wasn't going to be his light

I consider this as my bandage for uncomfortable places

Where I used a soft light lamp every night just to play my aces

Don't lose yourself when you're playing a dangerous game

Keep it together, and don't let your courage take him away.