Speckled Bird

You blow the candle out
You take a shovel to my head
Hey, I appreciate that sound
A true tone resonating
So now I'm less alive than dead
And maybe I won't hang around tonight

'Cause I'm already dying
I'm already flying
It seems like I'm flying toward the sun
Yes I'm already dying
I'm already flying
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun

I'm flying through the heavens
A tabernacle to the sun
You know I'd take you if I could
No, I can't save your sorry soul
I only want to be the one
To kiss your spirit from face to foot

'Cause I'm already dying
I'm already flying
It seems like I'm flying toward the sun
Yes I'm already dying
In my dreams I'm flying
In my dreams I'm flying toward the sun

You put the fire out
You take a shovel to my head
Hey, I appreciate that sound
A true tone resonating
So now I'm less alive than dead
Speckled birds of prey comin' down

And I'm already dying...