Chris Bathgate

Little Bird in Coffin Come

Chris Bathgate


Little bird in coffin come
Sum my day up in a strum
And after every threat is sung
I turn my throat into a sun
And I set fire to a bird
That had set the soil to turn
And I will follow every verse
Until I've murdered every word

Little bird in coffin come
Sum my day up in a strum
And all that rots down here below
Is a burn I earned just days ago
And I will die inside a car
2 miles east of where you were
And every breath I've ever harmed
All at once now will return

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