Birds Aren't Real

Staring at the sun when the moon is low And clouds grow blue from the sorrow Watching the sky as a sunset falls Pouring its life in the ocean I don't know if you see the shapes that I do Listen to the sigh of a cracking leaf As wind retreats in the sunset Whisper to the ghost of a fallen tree Lying dead on the floor with the mushrooms I don't know if you speak the language I do But I know what's wrong so I can't stay very long Every breath is wasted on this heart Sleeping with the moon as an ember chills Tumbling smoke when the wind blows Dancing in the leaves as they kiss the ground In the cold wet earth where the worms go I don't know if you feel the changes I do But I know what's wrong so I can't stay very long Every breath is wasted on this heart oh my heart Watch a pale man with leather hands Seek soul in the eyes of a liar Burning the sky with salty fumes Pouring hot glue in the ocean I don't know if you hate the same things I do But I know what's wrong so I can't stay very long Every breath is wasted on the soul of man