Starlings

Black, black, black secrets circulating in the black night
Black shoes, black shirt, black dress, black frame for a black eye
A black box full of black sighs

Did anybody see the silver stars glowing pink on the black shore?
Or see the bomb burst like a cherry, deep red with a black core?
White flags in a black war

Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, the feeling's real
Yeah

Black, black, black, black kiss on the filter of the cigarette
Black wish, blacklist, black lips from the letters of the alphabet into a single black regret

Did anybody see the Starling's black dance in the pink sky?
Or hear the silver note buried down in the depths of a black cry?
A red-throated goodbye

Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, the feeling's real
Oh
Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, the feeling's real
Yeah