I'm falling off the barstool mama in this old ghost town saloon. Where sunlight moves like sadness across the room. Oh my sweet mama if you could only see me.
Bird of prey. Gonna float away. To a feather cloud formation. I'm gonna dig. For pretty and strange. Gonna open me up. A black gold vein. . Arrow on fire.
Goodbye black butterfly. You can take those perfect wings. Into outer space. 'Cos there's no place left in this blood. For your restless fluttering. Your sleepless ways.
December, I was lost and dark and said I couldn't shake. I called you in California and you answered right away. You answered right away. You picked up right away.