Parliament of the Birds

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