songs

The beak that we miss pecking at our heads
It's a season of grief for the ways you flew
The beak we all miss pecking at our heads
It's a season of grief for the ways you flew over me

The bird pecking at your head, deeper and deeper, bone to bone
Till you grow tired of it again, every hour, every minute of every day
Keep them away from me, asleep during beautiful sunrise
Let me die alone, let me die alone

The beak, it buries deeper into the black acidic soil
Digging up all the reasons to forget again
It's such a shame to have to live like this
The beak, it burrows inside, a river of blood covering up your eyes
Oh, what a shame it is to miss out

The Beak we all miss, the one we survived
It keeps us alive, it makes sure we stay still
It's a season of grief or the way things were
But now it's okay, now it's okay, we can say goodbye