Smashed Birds

I walked the road when I realized my death

The road had notes 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 your birds

and I smashed them in my pocket, oh

And then I cut 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 off

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 and 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

Then me and your smashed birds we danced the whole night alone

And in the morning I climbed your tree and flew away.