We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Dead Birds

from Wolfgoat by Wolfgoat

/

lyrics

Down in the city, the prince stands, his heart bound in gold. The swallow sails to the square of his love. Fly through the streets, lie and his feet, tell him of people unable to eat. The happy prince, the man of gold, sees his people starving and cold. The call goes out, the swallow flies, while in his square the good prince cries. The happy prince, the man of lead, finds at his feet the swallow dead. My sword, my eyes, my skin. Closing your eyes, dream of the day, our eyes open smiling today. See her smiling, hope in the eyes, a daughter born knowing the strength of her voice. The heart of the city should beat for the best when now it lies in the treasury's chest. The heart of lead, broken in two, the Happy prince with eyes of blue. My sword, my eyes, my skin. And God called for sword, eyes, skin. And God called for the prince's heart. "Take it, my sword. Take them, my eyes. Take it, my skin. Take it, my heart. Tearing down my body to make room for building up your idols." And God saw the prince cry. And God saw the prince cry. And God let the prince die. The Prince's heart, a pile of trash. The swallow dead, a pile of ash. The call went out, God sent his man, claiming to be the prince's fan. A life of heartbreak and tears rewarded with songs sung for God's ears. The prince and bird, love in death. A broken bird and a broken chest.

credits

from Wolfgoat, released December 31, 2009

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Wolfgoat

contact / help

Contact Wolfgoat

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Wolfgoat, you may also like: