BIRDMAN

it's a cold wind that sings in the trees tonight
crying like the dead cry
and colder still its bite
and colder still
oh torn feet and ointment-bound
shod like a runagate
and I’m not proud to tell
and I’m not proud to tell

born to the earth
we are born to the earth
and to the earth we return to dust
barter my pain and rid me of gravity
i would fly
i would fly

plough soothing rain through furrows deep
sore hands and parchment skin
run water from the wound
run waters run
numb fingers rub and kindle catch
crimson-flamed and silver-tongued
and warm in its embrace
in its embrace

born to the earth
we are born to the earth
and to the earth we return to dust
barter my pain and rid me of gravity
i would fly
i would fly
like a birdman in the sky