Smashed Birds I walk the road when I realise my death The road that knows about my pity, little past I grab 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 got 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 up 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 & 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 in the morning i climbed your tree and flew away