i've got 2 birds on my sillnnthey've been calling out my namenni've been whispering all my pain to themnnthey've been listening all daynnoh i've been whispering all my painnnnni've got 2 birds on my sillnnthey've been whistling out their songnnit's spring and nothing's wrongnnnow that winters cold is gonennbut they've been singing all alongnnnni've got 2 things on my mindnnand i can't shake them offnnthe burden of the talk we hadnnhow love can grow as stale as breadnni've mustered all i've got