KING HUMMINGBIRD A crown of red, king hummingbird There upon your perch, say the word And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg For the life I took from you my king Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there Do you even know me? Do you even care?
The deepest green, and rainbow blue As delicate and light, as morning dew Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath Filling me with wonder, for all that is But I took careful aim and I made no sound For no reason I can think of now Oh this empty thing I’ve done