Ain’t it a beautiful sight
the way she makes you feel
that the moon don’t belong so righteous to the night

she said the words I had chosen
I could only say them once
before the drawbridge of our lives
fell to a sea of useless tongues

She threw a wine glass at my guitar
and we are all now out of tune
she stormed off with an empty canvas
i awoke it was at my bed

streaks of a lonely blue cast against that pink and birthing hue.
black lines on an a blinded face, a halo of my mistakes
but the red that got me worried,

It was the red that let me know
like feathers of a massacred bird.
I’m the feather of a massacred bird

With her there was no searching
life was an ember you never lost
but I hid my heart inside a bottle
with no colors for her to see

she was the red of my early sun
but I always slept till noon
I’m her feathers of a massacred bird

She’s living now in the city
tossing bums like me a dime
eight more cents then I deserve
from her two cents I wanna hide
I see that red in my empty wine glass
at the bottom of every night
like the feathers of a massacred bird
the feather of a massacred bird

now my home it is so empty
a museum to a broken past
a man came knocking softly
said he heard I had the one
so i walked him down the hallway
said he’d buy it on the spot
but it’s the cost is my forgiveness
I’m the feathers of a massacred bird.