I walk with dead birds lay across the ground

I walk alone with air humbly abound

You've seen me wandering around without a sound

And the pale morning confesses my sympathies

“Hush, you’re being guided by instinct. Hush now, as you walk with dead birds that lay across ground”

The connections of my lifetime are now bound by city sidewalks

Sometimes I walk ahead when there's something I can't pronounce on my mind

and I end up at intersections and homeless men

Empty cans, ***** clothes in a pile, and I know I'm not better than them

Walk ahead where you're supposed to go and you’ll see you're  walking blind

You’ll find a religion of brilliant noise

Fly free fallen angels,

Now confess your sympathies, as the pale morning guides your lifetime sound

I walk where dead birds lay across the ground

And the pale morning confesses my sympathies

Wandering around without a sound