On the trail where the sun fell
down and shattered needles
For the pattern on your fur where
light came through so long
To the perch of rotting logs for a bark beetle
I do admit it's getting better all the time
My mo tor mouth is busy celebrating
The misty mountain hop and
So one, two, we see un to you three
For the birdbed coat is made
My coat is made of autumn leaves
All dying on their branches
When they die as a phantom wise
I've lost my life so many times
So many times I see that the cat
with the bird -bred mouth is me
Oh, birdbrain, you're bird slow
So you can see my whiskers
Below your tree I'll wait
And the roar you feel as I come
I was hungry early on, as much as two
In one moment rearranges our existence
A one, two, we see a three, a three
With a cat with a bird with mouth as me
Put me in the wrong way, scratch and the bloody bell falls,
One, two, three, we'll be where the sky meets
paper meets pen meets probably
Cling to the branch, we'll see in the bird breath,
Yoda, say it, and the third time we display it
As death and destruction,
things fall apart sometime
For the blood that's trapped in vain,
and the oxygen it claims,
Is dark at the door and the bell
So the branch is broken too,
and the only thing left to do,
Recollect yourself with a face
For the stars are to your eyes,
and the universe your sighs.
And to clear the way wide,
we'll in fact let it all come through.
So yon 303, we want to see that the
Sing a small song, let me fly on by,
I'm flattened by the freeway.
we'll meet when my breath's complete,
Even my eyes have forgotten me
