Upon withered trees
A bird sat listening
The coyness in my breath
Understands unhappiness

Taken by the limbs
He carried all my sin
To a sacred bath
I rest my eyes for once

Lights have run into my face
In spite of my disgrace
Travelers are bound
To scratch an itch

Stranger your touch can tame me
Baby I know it’s been tougher lately
And I’m not asking you to save me
Oh but ‘lone my bones start quaking

Bird held my hand
And told me little dreams
And I was afraid
That my time was through

Looking above I saw a myriad of flying scared men

All dressed in black
Mumbling to themselves
Building the mazes that only they can see
A hundred white knuckles holding keys

Stranger your touch can tame me
Baby I know it’s been tougher lately
And I’m not asking you to save me
Oh but ‘lone my bones start quaking