Текст песни Liz Phair - White Bird of Texas
Liz Phair - White Bird of Texas слова песни
The last time I spoke to my aunt before she diedShe was describing to me this incredible owlThat was sitting in a treeIt meant nothing to meBut it means a lot more nowBecause Im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the birdIm waiting, Im ready, I know it is my turnAll those cigarettes, alcohol, this bodys throughYoure gone for sure when the bird comes for youAnd the last time I spoke to my uncle before he diedIt was the very same week, but one year before herHe was sitting alone in his study, on the phoneWhen a giant hawk flew bySaid, "im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird,I didnt expect to be noticed or heard.Oh, elizabeth, help me, I cant find the room,Youre gone for sure when the bird comes for you."And, oh, it is scaryAnd, oh, it is cold to the boneMy bodys not ready for my mind to learnI have just been consigned here to rot in the earthSaid, "im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the bird,It comes in and takes you away from this world.Gate twenty-seven, I cant find the room.Youre free to board now, theyre waiting for you."Im waiting, Im waiting, Im waiting for the birdIve seen it three times now, theres nothing to learnAnd dont be surprised if the skys bright and blueAnd the white bird of texas comes barreling through