their bellies are full of dead bodies of crabs
they cracked on the street and tore at with their mouth
and the tide is coming in
and a storm is coming in
and the waves crashing over each other
dark birds hanging motionless in the wind
kids go grab your kites and tie up your coats tight
trees rock back and forth and crash into the power lines
and maybe the stars will come out tonight
if we lit a fire could it stand the bellingham wind
dark birds handing motionless in the wind
watching we join them
reaching into grey light
wait till the storm blows
back into the sea again
dark birds hanging motionless in the wind

Lyrics submitted by tromba_marina

bellingham wind song meanings
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