Blood Red Bird – SmogBy I was not woken by the roosterNor by the crow’s tough songBut the midnight cry of a blood red birdBrought this sleeplessness onThrew open the windowMoonlight on a black garden of thornsAnd the cool wind on my sweatWhat cries homeWhere cries fromA blood red bird lies in the woodsWeeping into dead leavesWith wing torn and jutting boneWhat hand bent it to bustTo be uselessWhat hand I could have done itWith two fingersA blood red birdA blood red birdWe can continually sink into each otherJust deep enough to rip out a bit more fleshWhen we move awayA scarf of skin trailing out behindLike an arrowI was only passing throughA blood red birdA blood red bird www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20