at the end of the day,
in the cold of the night,
when the branch breaks I fall
to the floor of the world.
I scream like a child,
I scream for my wings.
I scream at the words
making cheap what I feel.
I walk through my room
and I kick down the walls.
I lie on the bed
and feel there's nothing left but doubt.
in the cold of the night
I will show you my wounds.
only then can I say to you
"spread your dreams under me, my love".
I dream of this bridge,
I dream of these trees,
I burn in these flames,
that I'll never understand.
I walk through my room
and I kick down the chairs.
I've opened my eyes
and seen there's nothing left but doubt.