Smashed Birds Lyrics

I walk the road when I realise my death

The road that knows about my pity, little past
I grab one note and put it in my pocket

With your birds I walked the road

until I came close to your house

Your house was floating on my water

I asked one tree one tree to take me in

To your house

And there I took all of your birds
and I smashed them in my pocket-Oh

And then I got the feathers off and

I made myself a beautiful dress

In your basement was a letter to myself

You wrote it when we were married

I took this note and put it in my mouth
With your words

And then I took all your words and I ate them by the fire-Oh

And then I tore the pages up and I made myself a beautiful dress I spoke your words out in your garden where

I built my new house near your flowers, trees & bees

I told our trees and bees to fly away

With your words and your birds

And then I took all your words and I ate them by the fire-Oh