write a lurid song
mumbling words and then you're done
in the midst of a lingering tulip choir
of happiness they can't desire
look at loving birds
you've been told and you've been given
lots to seed, less in heaven
look at loving birds
sunday's mundane unless it's burnt
it won't question, it won't learn
in my eyes ire retired
filled my brains with a soothing fire
in a world unheard
look at loving birds