Souvenir Heart
演唱：Greg FreemanYou came as bird in a dream to my bed
Your talons sharp your wings dark and splintered
If you were born in fall
And never left that state
I was born in the middle of winter
In the grasp of your palms and your pale craning neck
Well, you looked like some kind of martyr
Is it the down that refines all the bones in your back
Or the pierced skin that makes you harder
I will sort through the stacks of the souvenirs hearts
I will work until my hands start to blister
Like a paper mache artifact I will not be afraid when my loneliness crumbled
Walking last night on the road to your house
I felt calm and capable, my heart beat - patient
In the cross cut wind, I thought I heard the funeral
train of thought leave the station.
Your talons sharp your wings dark and splintered
If you were born in fall
And never left that state
I was born in the middle of winter
In the grasp of your palms and your pale craning neck
Well, you looked like some kind of martyr
Is it the down that refines all the bones in your back
Or the pierced skin that makes you harder
I will sort through the stacks of the souvenirs hearts
I will work until my hands start to blister
Like a paper mache artifact I will not be afraid when my loneliness crumbled
Walking last night on the road to your house
I felt calm and capable, my heart beat - patient
In the cross cut wind, I thought I heard the funeral
train of thought leave the station.