Goldfinch Nocturne

With golden lungs and ivory teeth

Still hard to breathe

And to speak...

Still hard to breathe

And to speak...

Try to take what they were offering

Try to find the good in anything

It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings

When your eyes are flowering and you can find what's left of me

I'll be waiting patiently

For loneliness to set me free...