Brown Bird Nothing Left
There's nothing left of this day
There's nothing left of this town
Our time has ceased with such sorrow
There's no one left here to mourn
There's nothing left of this day
Outside there cry wolves in the night
Dark with their howls all around
We'll just lie here clothed in our sheepskin
Trying to pretend there's no harm
It's a cold twist confined
To the courage of a catalytic heart and mind
Over God's cry and goat's god's goodbye
And I am bloodying the garment
Of a ghost inside
Making damn sure the body doesn't die
