No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, 

so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. 

This Hardy's not for kissing 

Expression, no explosion, 

or whispered promises in clichÃÆ'© or in rhyme. 

Instead let's talk the secret language of birds. 

  

Right time but the wrong idea. 

Well, you're making it all sound just the same. 

Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale 

still over there in Berkeley Square. 

  

Do we have problems of communication? 

There's something I don't know and you can't explain it to me. 

Let's talk the secret language of birds. 

  

Step out of the circus now. 

Learn a new trick and make it stick. 

Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale 

still over there in Berkeley Square. 

  

Finger tracing on misty window: 

I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore, 

as you leave me standing at the station. 

Give it to me ---- the big dawn chorus: 

no whispered promises in clichÃÆ'© or in rhyme. 

Let's talk the secret language of birds. 

  

Right time but the wrong idea. 

Well, you're making it all sound just the same. 

Try taking it up a key like that Nightingale 

still over there in Berkeley Square.