Little Army

The crown on my head is glistening with the sky
The park up ahead is glistening with the evening light
The birds in the ceiling, the birds in the roof
The birds in-between the ceiling and the rooftop
They're making a nest
Something's making a mess
In my drawer / in my dresser
There's a little army
It's a little alarming
The crown on my head is glistening with the evening light
It's a little alarming
To see the window on the other wall
It's just a mirror