[ti:Hundreds Of Sparrows]
[ar:Sparklehorse]
[al:Good Morning Spider]

[00:00.00]Hundreds Of Sparrows
[00:07.30]Sparklehorse
[00:12.60]
[00:21.65]every hair on your head is counted
[00:31.40]you are worth hundreds of sparrows
[00:40.41]the tree you planted has become fecund
[00:49.93]with kamikaze hummingbirds
[00:54.87]
[00:59.38]wings of hundreds of beats per second
[01:08.67]of people whose wings are just a blur
[01:18.13]afraid our eyes might become impaled
[01:27.53]by their sharp and tiny beaks
[01:32.90]
[01:36.04]I'm so sorry
[01:40.48]my spirit's rarely in my body
[01:46.45]it wanders through the dry country
[01:52.70]looking for a good place to rest
[01:58.80]your head upon my chest
[02:07.67]and I can feel the pillow of your breast
[02:13.80]
[02:17.25]you are worth hundreds of sparrows
[02:22.62]