[ti:hundreds of sparrows] [ar:sparklehorse] [al:146834] [offset:0] [00:21.44]Every hair on your head is counted [00:30.86]You are worth hundreds of sparrows [00:36.34] [00:40.22]The tree you planted has become fecund [00:43.20]With kamikaze hummingbirds [00:53.89] [00:59.20]Wings of hundreds of beats per second [01:02.71]Of people whose wings are just a blur [01:13.30] [01:17.93]Afraid our eyes might become impaled [01:21.59] [01:27.28]By their sharp and tiny beaks [01:31.58] [01:35.71]I’m so sorry [01:38.38] [01:40.20]My spirit’s rarely in my body [01:44.00] [01:46.13]It wanders through the dry country [01:50.49] [01:52.37]Looking for a good place to rest [01:56.73] [01:58.74]Your head upon my chest [02:01.97] [02:07.22]And I can feel the pillow of your breast [02:11.26] [02:17.14]You are worth hundreds of sparrows [02:20.94]