Smashed Birds
I walked the road when I realized my deathThe road had notes about my pity, little pastI grabbed one note and put it in my pocketWith your birds
I walked the roadUntil I came close to your houseYour house was floating on my waterI asked one tree one tree to take me inTo your house
And there I took all of your birdsAnd I smashed them in my pocket, ohAnd then I cut the feathers offAnd I made myself a beautiful dress
In your basement was a letter to myselfYou wrote it when we were marriedI took this note and put it in my mouthWith your words
And then I took all your words andI ate them by the fire, ohAnd then I tore the pages offAnd I made myself a beautiful dress
I spoke your words out in your garden whereI built my new house near your flowers, trees and beesI told our trees and bees to fly awayWith your words and your birds
And then I took all your wordsAnd I ate them by the fire, ohAnd me and your smashed birdsWe danced the whole nightAnd in the morning I climbed your treeAnd flew away