C Em Am G
I walk the road when I realize my death
C Em Am G
The road that knows about my pity, little past
C Em D
I grab one note and put it in my pocket
Am G
With your birds
C Em Am G
I walked the road until I came close to your house
C Em D
Your house was floating on my water
C Em D
I asked one tree one tree to take me in
Am G
To your house
G C
And there I took all of your birds
D G
And I smashed them in my pocket, oh
G F
And then I got the feathers off and
Am C Em Am G
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 up
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 our trees and bees to fly away
With your words and your birds
