I heard from out the window
A cooing in the trees.
With a tingling ignition,
I was swept off my feet.
Sweeping cleanly,
Through blue stoney streets.
Songs hit my ears, my eyes
And my legs rolled mindlessly.
And oh! There was flapping,
A creaking, a rapping
Oh, there was chirping.
The peak was pecking,
Sounds of life so bright
They burned a hole in me
And burned deeper.
I sat down to cooing from the trees
(Coo, coo, coo...)
Deeper in debt for my legs to sweep me here.
For eyes to drink it deep,
Deeply filling my large lungs
To blow flower's seeds.
Can i bring this bloom inside
For my friends to see?
With my bowel breaking and
My cooing kids falling from the tree.
Can I take the fruit that
I produced to my friends feast?
Can I take this bloom inside for
For my friends to see?
With my bowel breaking,
My kids all from the tree.
Can I take the fruit that I produce
to another's feast?