I'm a bird on a twig in the morning light
Dew drops sparkle
The trees shake
I am not alone
The nightmare lingers
But the scarf around my throat allows me comfort
It's not a place
But I still call it home
Time is a wound I cannot close
The days flow out despite the bandages
Creaking bones
Brittle shell
They may be mine
But it still hurts
I avoided spring like the plague was coming
The rains encourage evil things to wake
But I am not afraid
The blood that soaks the forest fills my lungs
That it's not me is half relief and half shame
Time is a wound I cannot close
The days flow out despite the bandages
Creaking bones
Brittle shell
They may be mine
But it still hurts
I'm fickle with a ticking heart
These hollow bones are ripe with shadows
From the valley I can see my gravestone
And it's comforting to know where I belong
Time is a wound I cannot close
The days flow out despite the bandages
Creaking bones
Brittle shell
They may be mine
But it still hurts