Thoughts take flight on a blackbird’s back And cut across the winter morning sunrise Its freedom laughs at how much I lack It’s out of reach, I’m out of touch and time Because I shut my eyes and offered up my hands To the bonds that keep me from the sky Will you come and cut me down because I just can’t stand it? Will you drag me out into the light? A stoic wind, it carries you away A scarlet sin, it carries you away The seducing works of the fertile snake Its theatre tears and lust keepsakes In a great whirlwind, it carries you away Good morning, blackbird, how as your night? Did you dance and drink and drug for free? Did he give you all the things on which you need to rely? Or is he just the knife in your mythology? Anticipation for your next attack Has got me hungry for your circle disease But I wrap myself in air and I won’t look back I’m calling down the sky to purge you clean