A little bird got sick and died Waiting for you with me I'm not sure if I'm not gonna follow I'm not sure if I remember your face But I remember your back When you turned and walked away I held my breath Counted all of your steps Till this rainy morning swallowed you whole
Day by day I fed this bird The same bullshit hope I lived for That some day You will return Although I know you're not coming back
I am the ground Burning behind your back I am the land Wasted by war that you carried through I am The orphaned children, the widowed wives I am the land Burning right where you left your steps
I am undone I am misplaced Just a mark on a map A drop in the rain
My name is pain This heartache I can't wash away This heartache I can't run away from This heartache I can't wash away
I am a soldier's wife I am a soldier's mother I am a soldier Waiting to die alone Away from home Away from you But this prison's forever my home
A little bird got sick and died Waiting for you with me I'm not sure if I'm not gonna follow I'm not sure if I remember your face But I remember your back