Birdlips Some Kind Of Death
We fell asleep inside a blanket on the floor
Beside the chest we'd pushed against the door
The light we'd lit flickered on the bed
Swallowing the empty bottle of red
What was it you said about stitches and mending?
That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
Our wax hearts melted when the curtains caught fire
As we lay there dreaming of a funeral pyre
What we were became the smoke and ash
That blanketed our heads as it rained down
We couldn't do anything but watch
And wonder how we got out
What was it you said about stitches and mending?
That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
But some kind of death awaits every new beginning
Some kind of death awaits every new beginning
What was it you said about stitches and mending?
That we'd do anything to keep this moment from ending
We couldn't do anything to keep this moment from ending
