I walk the road when I realize my death
The road that knows about my pity, little past
I grab one note and put it in my pocket
With your birds
I walked the road until I came close to your house
Your house was floating on my water
I asked one tree one tree to take me in
To your house
And there I took all of your birds
And I smashed them in my pocket, oh
And then I got the feathers off and
I made myself a beautiful dress
In your basement was a letter to myself