Smashed Birds

. fret I walk the road when I realize my death The road that knows about my pity, little past I grab one note and put it in my pocket With your birds I walked the road until I came close to your house Your house was floating on my water I asked one tree one tree to take me in To your house And there I took all of your birds And I smashed them in my pocket, oh And then I got the feathers off and I made myself a beautiful dress In your basement was a letter to myself You wrote it when we were married I took this note and put it in my mouth With your words And then I took all your words And I ate them by the fire, oh And then I tore the pages up And I made myself a beautiful dress I spoke your words out in your garden where I built my new house near your flowers, trees, and bees I told our trees and bees to fly away With your words and your birds And then I took all your words and I ate them by the fire, oh And me and your smashed birds, we danced the whole night to the moon And in the morning I climbed your tree and flew away