The Choir - Speckled Bird lyrics

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 And 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 coming down And I'm already dying...