The Bird

You do not know me and never will
Bones you have thrown me and blood I've spilled
It will be better, I do not know
You bring me dead birds and then you go

You and don't want me make me and might
Oats you have sown me at needle point
It will be better, I do not know
You bring me dead birds and then you go

And it sounds like all our lives
And it sounds like all our lives
And it sounds like all our lives
And it sounds like

You do not know me and never will
Bones you have thrown me and blood I've spilled
It will be better, I do not know
You bring me dead birds and then you go



Credits
Writer(s): Kathryn Joseph, Marcus Mackay
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