watch your feathers twitch

double up and make a mess

too much snow to shovel

you spit like hot sapwood sparks

let me lick it all clean

smoke in your pretty eyes

sweep it all off the table

don’t need forks and knives

there’s a song outside my window

all of these little things

carry me, angel, take me away

let’s go to the very last days

where you can stretch your wings

we don’t care about the highway

and we’re bored by the wheel

we get much higher this way

we see every drop that’s spilled

i’ll make you a nest, angel

and you’ll make this thing real

it must be bad in the cities

it must be hell in the streets

it’s just you and me, angel

one day we’ll wait and see