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Clara Lyrics - Drift - Scott Walker

Birds 

Birds 

This is not a cornhusk doll 

Dipped in blood in the moonlight 

Like what happen in America 

This is us 

Our eyesides snagged 

Dipped in mob in the daylight 

Like what happen in America 

The breasts are still heavy 

The legs long and straight 

The upper lip remains short 

The teeth are too small 

The eyeside is green 

The hair long and black 

Still coming through 

Still coming through 

She knows this room 

She can navigate it in the dark 

She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door 

To ascend to a lift in the upper floor 

She lies on the bed 

Looking up not yet seeing 

The signs of the zodiac painted in gold 

On the blue vaulted ceiling 

His enormous eyes as he arrives 

Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness 

His strange beliefs about the moon 

Its influence upon men of affairs 

The danger of its cold light on your face 

While you were sleeping 

She'll eclipse it with her head 

Stroke him while he sleeps 

Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs 

Sometime before dawn 

Her bare feet cross the floor 

She gazes from the window 

At the fountain in the courtyard 

Sometimes I feel like a swallow 

A swallow which by some mistake 

Has gotten into an attic 

And knocks its head against the walls in terror 

This is not a rabbit skinned 

With a body of silver 

Like what happen in America 

The breasts are still heavy 

The legs long and straight 

The upper lip remains short 

The teeth are too small 

The eyeside is green 

The hair long and black 

Still coming through 

Still coming through 

The mood soon changed 

In the clear morning air 

A man came up towards the body 

And poked it with a stick 

It rocked swiftly 

And twisted around at the end of the rope 

Finer than a hair from every side 

Finer than a hair 

Birds 

Birds 

This is just a cornhusk doll 

Dipped in blood in the moonlight 

This is just a cornhusk doll 

This morning in my room 

A little swallow was trapped 

It flew around desperately 

Until it fell exhausted on my bed 

I picked it up 

So as not to frighten it 

I opened the window 

Then I opened my hand 

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