Sarah Reid The Dove And The Blackbird
She's a dove in a tar pit, bleeding for a blackbird,
he says she's his innocence dove.
And she's got to fly away, oh no she cannot stay,
made up his mind, he ain't sitting on a fence.
Because as long as she's around,
in that hole she will drown,
any struggle just doesn't make sense.
'Cause he gave that up a long time ago,
when he dipped his pretty wing in the alloy,
and exchanged his morning song that he used to sing,
for a song of complacent sorrow that the night-time
brings.
And the darkness in his heart turned this dove into a
blackbird,
chasing poppy seeds strewn in the wind.
He says to his bird, "If you don't want me to hurt,
don't let them turn my dove into a raven".
He was a bullet in a cockpit, shot into the horizon,
to chase his dreams and do his damage.
And his dreams consisted of, a green fairy and a dove,
a rosy elephant, and a tank of purple rain.
But in the darkness of the night, they began to kick
and fight, against his mind,
they were screaming all his sins.
So he took hold of that elephant, threw him to the
moon, and drowned that emerald lady in the bin.
So he wouldn't see what he had done,
he lined the floor with the opium he had won.
And he set it all on fire, breathed in the smoke, let
it get in his eye.
And as the dove watched, she started to cry,
as the soot started staining his skin,
he said "Baby bird now won't you fly?
Can't help me out, I am too deep in".
'Cause he gave that up a long time ago,
when he dipped his pretty wing in the alloy, and
exchanged the horizon for the middle plain,
and the comfort of the sun for the cold and rain.
And the blackness of the tar stained this dove into a
blackbird,
pumping poppy seeds into his wing.
He says to his bird, "If you don't want this to hurt,
don't let them turn my dove into a raven".