Distelfink, Pheasant

"Distelfink, Pheasant"

she grips her leather jacket tight
honey, can't you keep warm tonight?
her face looks buffeted by the wind
better clean up, or i can't let you in

your dead on track, set to fight
it's too dark, honey, stand near the light
life ain't that hard, it's just broken
and my face isn't stern, it's just frozen

*see my fingers bleed?
i'm fine, my hands are clean
see what you don't see?
i'm fine, my hands are clean*

trace the stitches right to my heart
admire your work, i'm a new piece of art
you raise your axe up one last time
lie still, honey, i'll erase your mind

*see my fingers bleed?
i'm fine, my hands are clean
see what i don't see?
i'm fine, your hands are clean*

good night, my dear
good night, shine bright
good night, my dear
good night


~RileyVelvet