Smashed Birds

I walk the road when I realise 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 & 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 in the morning i climbed your tree and flew away