
Date of issue: 01.09.2011
Song language: English
Smashed Birds |
I walked the road when I realized my death |
The road had notes about my pity, little past |
I grabbed one note and put it in my pocket |
With your birds |
I walked the road |
Until I came close to your house |
Your house was floating on my water |
I asked one tree one tree to take me in |
To your house |
And there I took all of your birds |
And I smashed them in my pocket, oh |
And then I cut the feathers off |
And I made myself a beautiful dress |
In your basement was a letter to myself |
You wrote it when we were married |
I took this note and put it in my mouth |
With your words |
And then I took all your words and |
I ate them by the fire, oh |
And then I tore the pages off |
And I made myself a beautiful dress |
I spoke your words out in your garden where |
I built my new house near your flowers, trees and bees |
I told our trees and bees to fly away |
With your words and your birds |
And then I took all your words |
And I ate them by the fire, oh |
And me and your smashed birds |
We danced the whole night |
And in the morning I climbed your tree |
And flew away |