What keeps you from writing that hit as they cheer you, the fight ring religious

Their hearts are here for your hearts. You crayon feathered things

Both you birds got started wrong. There never would be a prize

Some medicine and corn because you two were born all wrong

Your Father was a crystallisation. His Father was a man-sized relation

I saw your Daddy pin down a treasure-footed rooster

Oh, to watch his eyes remove the stars and rise

You never saw your father on one of his death sprees

Because, like him, you were gathered and raised for the ring in the cage

And those ordinary men, men who cried for you, walked down back roads for you

They don't know what you do. It's impossible to do what you do

I knew you from the start. I blame myself for your heart

Oh, other hearts. All the other birds' hearts

I slept near you, walked with you

We danced across the sawdust field and I was there to hold you

Oh, other hearts. All the other birds' hearts

That night was not like the others

Instead, it started towards the day sudden

At night it would come again

And other hearts. Other birds' hearts