Way up here I see it all
Bricks and mortar, short life boxes
Coagulate in village shapes
Tiny people, starling sized
Last night's dreams
Will file and prise away the chains

And here I am
Drawing back the curtains on my stage
The only crowd are shades
They fidget while I sing another page
I clear the snowfall
And stuff the dead newspaper in my naked shoes
One step forward, two steps back
The traffic coughing black

She's trying on her royal skin
In the shape of a clouding bird
He's standing with a book of sins
And granite scratched with words

Murmuration
Fall in feathered patterns
Swirling sky above
This is just the way that things will be

One for temper
Two for the cold
And one to lose you
Two to have and hold
One step to her left
Two steps right
The laundry flapping white

She's trying on her royal skin
In the shape of a clouding bird
He's standing with a book of sins
And granite scratched with words

Murmuration
Fall in feathered patterns
Swirling sky above
Coronation
He's a king in stone
And staring up in love
This is just the way that things will be

There lived a lady by the shore
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Two daughters were the babes she bore
La-la-la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
As one grew bright as is the sun
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
So coal black grew the elder one
La-la-la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la