Traitor Birds

The lonely tracks of a spring that was

Can you bring me back where I belong

Or where I ought to be

Where I ought to be

And I lost my name in some bitter fog

Through your window pane my thoughts grow numb

And they scale the walls

Of a clouded space

In a basement hall

Where my mind drifts through the corridors

Fall the winter flowers

And out they pour into the empty streets

Down the dirty road

I’ll take the lonely tracks

In a life so long

Sometimes I lose my way in the setting sun

By the times so pale I’ll cut my fingernails

As if to start anew

I find a piece of me

In the month of June