(octave higher) It's the shadow in the dark 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 Plainer than you or me I don't pull the lock back And I don't have the key No key (Whistling Part) It hovers in the living room Just above the door Whistles while it hangs there Feathers drip from every pore It shows the spectacle of falling And settles to the floor It shows the spectacle of falling And settles to the floor And settles to the floor (Whistling Part) E (Same Strumming pattern as verse) (Listen for strumming pattern)