Mother bird high lets the thunder roll from her eye
but I know I'm watching my mother watch her mother die
I guess these things take time

a ring is no ring unless you tie it to multiple lives
well I'll give you three five
I'll give you all nine
and when we burnout right
the after will be fine

mother bird high lets the thunder roll from her thigh
well I knew the good word
I could tell a good sigh
when I laid him by my side
when she laid my daddy by her side
when she laid my papie by her side

honey is not sweet a spoonful each time you're sick
my mother taught me to protect things
by growing them thick
did she ever burnout quick
and will my sister burnout quick