Текст песни Smog - Blood Red Bird
Smog - Blood Red Bird слова песни
I was not woken by the roosterNor by the crows tough songBut the midnight cry of a blood red birdBrought this sleeplessness onThrew open the windowMoonlight on a black garden of thornsAnd the cool wind on my sweatWhat cries homeWhere cries fromA blood red bird lies in the woodsWeeping into dead leavesWith wing torn and jutting boneWhat hand bent it to bustTo be ueselessWhat hand I could have done itWith two fingersA blood red birdA blood red birdWe can continually sink into each otherJust deep enough to rip out a bit more fleshWhen we move awayA scarf of skin trailing out behindLike an arrowI was only passing throughA blood red birdA blood red bird