My life has been measured
I’ve been plucked of my feathers
My body’s cold floating in the river alone
I sang from a nest
Until the wolf dragged my friends
Back to her den. We never sang again
Come home to me and we’ll dig up the ground
We’ll rebuild our nest with the bones that we found
I need a love
Strong enough to hold me up
My friends are a crutch. I can’t use them enough
No sleeping away
With you digging up my grave
The mistakes we’ve made now mold the clay
So I sing through the catacombs
And I’m digging up worms alone
Oh your echo returns any song I’ve ever chirped
Mama bird, mama bird. She couldn’t care for her young
Echo are you there return to me
My dearest son, you will die young
My dearest son, you will die young
My dearest son
And I’ll fabricate new wings
But I swear that I won’t sing. I won’t sing

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