I went to the burnt-out woods
A tourist with some damaged goods
Remembered how the trees withstood
fires before

Blue wren in the monochrome
sifting through the ash and bone
reminding me if hope is home
then grief is a door

The quiet pause where dead ends burn
And new beginnings wait their turn

Indigo wing be the body I bring
to the door as before
feathered thing, a feathered thing
It’s so hard to let go, wanted to know
wanted to know you
with my body I stand on the ashen floor
let go your hand

I was hoping I’d forget
the possibility we’d met
where you were a ghost is left
and grief is a war

Wish there was something I could do
find a way to see this through
Did everything I could for you
there’s nothing more

The quiet pause where dead ends burn
And new beginnings wait their turn

Indigo wing be the body I bring
to the door as before
feathered thing, a feathered thing
It’s so hard to let go, wanted to know
wanted to know you
with my body I stand on the ashen floor
let go your hand