Bird of Winter Prey

Be still

Bird of winter prey

Lay down

Your faster thinning frame

Be gone

The salting of the wound

Return

The harvest we once knew

We're more than just the blood of what we've done

We're more than just the blood of what we've done

Dry mouth

The water soon will rise

New birds

Will feather up the sky

Shake until they pass

What words of them will last

We're more than just the blood of what we've done

We're more than just the blood of what we've done

Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes

We're more than just the blood of what we've done.