Choir Speckled Bird
You blow the candle out
You take a shovel to my head
Hey, I appreciate that sound
A true tone resonating
So, now, I'm less alive than dead
And maybe I won't hang around tonight
'Cause I'm already dying
I'm already flying
It seems like I'm flying toward the sun
Yes, I'm already dying
I'm already flying
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun
I'm flying through the Heavens
A tabernacle to the sun
You know I'd take you if I could
No I can't save your sorry soul
I only want to be the one
To kiss your spirit from face to foot
And I'm already dying
I'm already flying
It seems like I'm flying toward the sun
Yes, I'm already dying
In my dreams I'm flying
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun
You put the fire out
You take a shovel to my head
Hey, I appreciate that sound
A true tone resonating
So, now, I'm less alive than dead
Speckled birds of prey coming down
And I'm already dying...
