Four and twenty blackbirds flying in the sky
Trying to remember if I will see them again and why?
The birds begin to sing to a silvery Sun
Splayed fingers spill unto the ground to hold us up, and to hold us down
If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out
All the Gods and Monsters, Man puts them in his pocket
Nothing told him to do it, and nothing will stop it
Necks ribboned in red, eyes blinded in black
Hold my hand as we walk into the place, the place we're not coming back
If leaves were tongues, they would tell you a secret
If leaves were tongues, they would fall down on your lips
If leaves were tongues, they would take you into their mouth, and spit you out