Broken Bird

There's a story I'd like you to listen to.
About a lady and a Broken Bird
Broken by the hammer
You took it so hard
You hardly said a word
Sending them back over the lines
Whistling down the wire
From pole to pole
Bending them over the times
Trying to burn the diamonds from the holy coal
Telling this story slowly together
Reading in the dark
The bird that you saw dying
We saw flying.