Birds Will Fall

When I thought you a man and you turned on me

I cried like a child in summer

And the air was all blue with tragedy

And I cried like a child

Oh, lovely I touched you like a baby

I made you so warm and calm and young

You were filled with colour and destined for glories

Untold by history

And when grandmother called and said to leave

Because birds are falling

And piling themselves up to our knees

And their feathers are rotting

Oh, lovely I swaddled you in blankets

And slung you across his fragile back

And we crossed the plains with strides gigantic

And he was whistling

That I'm bringing you back to the water where we once fell

Where all of this mess can be unspun

And I'm building a house from oak and aspen

And I'm leaving inside between our arms

Oh, baby's turning purple 'cause she can't change

She's leading all her figures to the precipice

Turning all the gold she spun back into dirt and twine

As if she were some kind of holy man, sent to die

Oh, lovely I touched you like a baby

I made you so warm and calm and young

You were filled with colour and destined for glories

Untold by history