I walked the road when i realized my death the road had notes about my pity little past i grab one note and put it in my pocket with your birds
I walked the road until i came close to your house your house was floating on my water I asked one tree, one tree to take me in to your house
and there i took all your birds and i smashed them in my pocket and then i cut the feathers off and i made myself a beautiful dress
In your basement was a letter to myself you wrote it when we were married I took this note and put it in my mouth with your words
and then i took all your words and i ate them by the fire and then i tore the pages off and i made myself a beautiful dress
I spoke your words in your garden where i built my new house near your flowers trees and bees. I told the trees and bees to fly away with your words and your birds
and then i took all your birds and i ate them by the fire and then me and your smashed birds we danced the whole night and in the morning i climbed your tree and flew away.