The Bird کے بول

Covered in dust The wings of my porcelain dove They don’t trouble the waters, my love Frozen in time Fragile to touch She melts like the words on my tongue The goddess of heavenly love Fades outta sight All your stars are in view I get lost loving you Dark was the night Her shape burned a void in my eyes It was black, but so violently bright Like the birth of a sun So I cried out But my voice could not be heard aloud For held here safe in my mouth The bird was done All your stars are in view I get lost loving you