We were singing for the seasons Little songbirds of the city On the radio to no one Shooting patterns in the air We were listening for beacons For the signals of the city On that radio for no one Catching patterns in the air And though the birds need nothing from us They just keep warbling above us I'm saying keep, keep, keep singing your song ♪ We were singers for the evening Though the days were moving slowly The sun had watched us closely Kept her eye on us below But that moon was never careful He was lazy-eyed and awful Just a satellite surveyor Moves in gradients of grey Movin', oo Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo We're still singing for the seasons Little songbirds of the city On that radio to no one Shooting patterns in the air Sweet radio, remind me Of us singing for the seasons The songbirds, oh the songbirds Tuning in to tune back out And though the birds need nothing from us They just keep warbling above us And though the birds need nothing from us They just keep warbling above us I'm saying keep, keep, keep singing your song