I’m through with this, this beautiful hat I’ve never let nothing be as easy as that I won’t let it be like the nest of a dream A cradle for a stone when all of this seems As likely as stones are to rise up and sing As likely as birds to fly out of this thing As likely as birds to fly out of this thing
The water grows quiet, or so it pretends It stands deep and cloudy and waits to come in And take up the place that one time was mine When I was beginning to learn how to climb Thinking myself to be doing just fine Reaching your knees when just finding mine Reaching your knees while living on mine
So take this away your hat full of birds That refuse now to rise and I give you my word That whatever comes I swear it was true That nothing has ever looked better on you Nothing has ever looked better on you Nothing has ever looked better on you