flying a kite
joanna newsom
the rickety roads and the kneeling plains
you down my dream of snowy cloth
felt snapping white as albatross
is bitten by the wind and rocks
is hushed into the clary moss
is ushered here to count his loss
you take my tattered fist
rising wall of 'has it come to this?'
and if i could just hold you close to me
i guess i'd hold you close to me
and i say i'd give you a piece of my mind
but i'm giving you a piece of my mind
how could you be so blind?
and the thousand purple cups of wine
the tearing teeth and the four full tines
the crumpling feast and the dawdling dine
stand there staring for a minute
like you never saw a girl before
and like the streets are like an open mouth
and you stand fair and square
until the fall blots me out
the cat and mouse to block the door