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 the 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