DESCRIPTION:
to carry the bird is breaking my bones
but it's vital to my heart strings
he's bending my back like an elderly dame
but it's vital to my heart strings
wrapped up inside waves of colorful screams
but it's vital to my heart strings

i'll carry you on my back in the springtime
i'll carry you on my back in the summer
i'll carry you on my back in the in the autumn
i'll carry you on my back in the winter

they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings

i could never say goodbye
i could never say goodbye

they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings
they have big wings that are all white with little wings

i could never say goodbye
i could never say goodbye

tug of war
tugging on my bleed door
sometimes I forget who were were
'cause that's who you'll always be

do you remember when you were dead
you said you did not want to be a demon no more
do you remember when you were dead
you said you did not want to be a demon no more

tug of war
tugging on my bleed door
sometimes i forget who were were
'cause that's who you'll always be