Blood Red Bird — текст песни (Smog)

I was not woken by the rooster

Nor by the crows tough song

But the midnight cry of a blood red bird

Brought this sleeplessness on



Threw open the window

Moonlight on a black garden of thorns

And the cool wind on my sweat



What cries home

Where cries from

A blood red bird lies in the woods

Weeping into dead leaves

With wing torn and jutting bone



What hand bent it to bust

To be ueseless

What hand I could have done it

With two fingers



A blood red bird

A blood red bird



We can continually sink into each other

Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh

When we move away

A scarf of skin trailing out behind



Like an arrow

I was only passing through

A blood red bird

A blood red bird