I walk the road when I realise my death
The road that knows about my pity little past
I grab one note and put it? in my pocket
With your birds 

I walked the road until I came close to your house
Your house was floating on my water
I asked one tree, one tree to take me in
To your house

And there I took all of your birds
And I smashed them in my pocket, oh
And then I got the feathers off and
I made myself a beautiful dress

In your basement was a letter to myself
You wrote it when we were married
I took this note and put it in my mouth
With your words

And then I took all your words 
And I ate them by the fire, oh
And then I tore the pages up 
And I made myself a beautiful dress 

I spoke your words out in your garden where
I built my new house near your flowers, trees and? bees
I told our trees and bees to fly away
With your words and your birds

And then I took all your words 
And I ate them by the fire, oh 
And me and your smashed birds
We danced the whole night to the moon
And in the morning I climbed your tree and flew away