Arm and arm
Along with the setting sun
Sometimes they come
On a tightrope,
they’re strung
A feathery line up
An avian crime syndicate
A dusk who did it?
Feathers up
Buttercup

I see you spy
With your open eye
All the while
You deny
All the while
You lie
Then you fly
Away

Don’t cling to me, Baby
Even if we’re birds of a feather
And you’re very cleaver
What note will you end on
Depend on
Thoughts fly by
So do i
Just a passing thought
Sitting on
A bough in life
So rock a bye baby
When the bough breaks
So do i

You sometimes hear me cry

Please don’t tell me you care
Those are words I don’t think I can bear
Distance has always been
Your calling card
And intimacy so hard.

Who is the greater pretender?
Baby, you practically cut down the tree
Now you’re begging for mercy
That’s the way I see it
Mr. Nit-Picki
Forget it.