Paroles: Diane Cluck. A Phoenix & Doves.

all my delight

came out like a hock coughed up in the mornin'

saw in the light

what colors i didn't know how should i call them

saint someone said

to "die daily"--die daily implies be born daily

open my head--

a phoenix & doves fly out in the morning



ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



out in the day, now

what bird-dogs suss me out in the field, yo

up from the ground

how i hear them snapping up at my heels, yo

hot on my head

what light makes the heat makes the fire makes the ash

oh i thought i was dead

a phoenix & doves fly out in the morning



ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



saint someone said

to "die daily"--die daily implies be born daily

open my head

a phoenix & doves fly out

a phoenix & doves fly out

a phoenix & doves fly out

a phoenix & doves fly out