Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes

But don’t lament, for even if you’re unbelieving
You will not end up inside some tomb
The form will have to change and since no letter
can be sent back to assure the waiting groom

We stay the servants of the white-hot respiration
and that, child, is our invisible food
Calming and sustaining the only animal that knows it’s doomed

Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes

So child lay back and take comfort in the knowing
that you know I know will make it true
and should there be some more or less the matter
your sleep should not be any less amused

and if it should all be a big accidental
series of collisions that stayed glued
at least here, for the moment, there is a difference for we two

Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes


Lyrics submitted by fcwaite

Parliament of the Birds song meanings
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