Thank you for your words of longing |
| It doesn't really matter whether or not I understood them |
| ‘Doesn't really matter where they take me |
| Or how they take me… |
| A witch-black hill in a storm |
| An unruly sea of salt-frozen fear |
| Or a paradise of palms |
| As long as it's not here |
| As long as it's not here |
| But a rooftop I can go, to scream above the birds |
| Adding my dull sheen to your brilliant words |
| A job for Christo… |
Wrapping the sun with silk |
| Wrapping the sun |
Wrapping the sun …with silk |
| Wrapping the sun |
| Wrapping the sun with silk |
| Make it something that can be looked at …without hurting |
| I can try |
I can't fly but I'll open my rough beak |
| Squawk at the sky |
| The crow and the nightingale |
I can't fly but I'll open my rough beak |
| Squawk at the sky |
| The crow and the nightingale |
| The crow and the nightingale |
Wrapping the sun with silk |
| Wrapping the sun |
| Wrapping the sun with silk |
| Make it something |
| Better than blindness |
| Better than darkness |
| Make it something that can be looked at |
| Without hurting |
| Without hurting |
Locking Helen of Troy in a padded room |
| Behind frosted glass |
| Howlin' at the moon |
| Squawking at the sky |
| A racket, |
| And a tune. |