Good Morning, Magpie - Murder By Death

A seam across the sky

As if it was torn

The sky is filling

With flocks and swarms

They burst through the branches

They tumble and fall

Little gods surveying their worlds

Examining it all

My wings are dusted

With frost and cold

For a little thing like you

I’m too heavy a load

You’ll struggle and falter

Amble around

Just follow some other storm

Cause I’ll only weigh you down

You carry me home

My love

Still you carry me home

Little dove

A change in the winds

Smoke on the breeze

The sky is filled

With the scent of burning leaves

The vapors rise

From the glen in the east

Where the path is clear for you and me

You carry me home

My love

Still you carry me home

Little dove

You’ll ride towards the sun

As it guides you home

But don’t be afraid, little bird

You aren’t alone

A hoard of friends

Will keep darkness at bay

You’re the needle

In the hay

I’ll take you with a steady hand

Make the seam reborn

The rip will be sewn up again

By the same hand that had it torn

You carry me home

My love

Still you carry me home

Little dove

Still you carry me home

My love

Still you carry me home

Little dove

Hear it approaching

The shuffle of feet

The clamor of metal

And hounds in heat

We’ll steal away

To the glen in the east

Where the path is clear

For you and me