To fall in love, then smother the flame.
Sleeping with a gut full of water.
To kiss traveled lips over and over again.
Always tastes just like her.
To hold something not even there.
Manage to wrap around you twice.
To love something that flys away..
I will clip your wings.
The dead bird sings.

To hold a soft hand without grip.
Let it fall to its side.
To want something so wanted.
Don't let it consume you.
To fall apart so silently.
I've given you up to watch you grow.
To wait inside an empty room.
I want and want and nothing more.

Dead bird sing, dead bird sing.
You're such a tired, broken thing