Lyrics:

Well, I often think about her
When the night comes
And I'm hugging the road
And I know I'll never trace her
I can barely begin
To place her chronologically
Just a flurry of white dresses
And second guesses
Now less is much more to me
If I really think about it
It's all I ever think about

My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
Huh, when he's drunk
He's immaculate
Especially before noon
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed
One that's more accurate
And I'll practice my aim
And I'll master my game
And I'll know my song
Well before it leaves my lips

When the lady finished crying
I knew I had to say
Something to comfort her
But all I've learned from love
Is that what you love
Can be what destroys you
Love's just a flower fading
Congratulating
Your vanity's champion

It's the blood I want to shed
Before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed
Before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed
Before I'm old or even dead
It's the blood I want to shed
Before I'm old

My landlord
Has been shooting
Bullets into paper birds
And he's the last
Of a dying breed
The pharmacist with wings
What I'm trying to do
With these paper birds
Is to find a better way to bleed
One that's more accurate
And I'll take these targets
That I hit, they can go on
My refrigerator
For all my friends to see

Your ivory caught, your salt white warm
Your swollen kiss, your absent strength
Your mothwing bite, your paper birds
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your gaze of grief, your twelve degrees
Your grieving moon, your red-dipped wings
Your underworld, you're different from
No one beside your speaking bones
Your absent strength, your sleeping pale
Your almond trees, your woman's sex
Your special days, your grand valise
Your mom's not home, your body plays
Your rise and set, your mothwing bite
Your lonely boy, your soft machine
Your swollen kiss, your paper birds
You're different from no one, besides