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Birds Will Fall

josephine illingworth

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 you 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

Escrita por: Josephine Illingworth-Law