Aviary

In come the vultures through dusty air

to take you down and tear the ribbons from your hair

In come the songbirds with bitter melodies

to sever all your heartstrings as they light upon the trees



This place can sometimes be so ugly

This place can sometimes be so strange



In come the blackbirds in murders and in droves

to cover you in shadow as they clean you to the bone

And here I come, a firebird

Don't offer up your sorrow

Today you see me crash and burn but I'll be back tomorrow



This place can sometimes be so perfect

This place can sometimes be your cage

This place can sometimes be so beautiful

This place will always be so strange