10,000 birds from People's Waterworks by Silvervest: Zombik & Caloia

She said she would cover me so I could sway.
She said she would cover me so I could sway.
But she came and went and I was alone.
10, 000 birds were there to greet me instead, but their flight was no solace.
There was only the sound of their wings flying away from me.

Departure seems to be the only way to go, but that’s no way to really love.
Coming and going, coming and going in a world full of diamond flash and dirt, there is no other way to say it:
You get cut and then you get buried.
Wing beats and bird-calls don’t soothe the spirit!
They announce the funeral.

Only a few mourners arrived, and they remained standing.
Moments passed like eagles over a canyon: majestic and far away.
And the cars lumbered like oxen.

Seems it’s only me who wants to wrap this in a still envelope and send it backwards.
I could stomp it on the floor, I could send it on a slow boat to China.
But my heart would still know. But my heart would still know.

She said she would cover me.

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