Story Behind The Song

There are different kinds of greed, perhaps the most forgivable is the greed of those who have very little but are forced to watch those who have much more.

Lyrics

I dreamed I saw a small bird in the tallest tree
and heard the sound of skylarks on the upland breeze
they sang to me of life and times high upon the wing
but you, you are a magpie chasing every shiny thing

Ch: Got to have it, really want it,
won't be happy till its in your pocket
when every bright and shiny thing is underneath your wing

All those things you never had, its just so hard to bear
when all that glisters is your sister's and she's not one to share
you tell me of your love of life, the heart of everything
but you, you are a magpie chasing every shiny thing

Still you wonder why it is I shy away from you
you with your collector's eye, I know you want me too
sing to me your siren song but I will slip the ring
but you, you are a magpie chasing every shiny thing