Chris Bathgate Little Bird In Coffin Come
Little bird in coffin come
Sum my day up in a strum
And after every thread is sung
I turn my throat into a sun
And I set fire to a bird
That has set the soil to turn
And I will follow every verse
Until I murder every word
Little bird in coffin come
Sum my day up in a strum
And all that rots down here below
Is a burn I earned just days ago
And I will die inside a car
Two miles east of where you were
And every breathe I've ever heard
All at once now will return
