Looking for myself in the birdshit on my car
Rorschach holds a mirror from their wings to my heart
In the motel sign, ballerina and a moth
Many voltage light, many missed and soon forgot
I keep it open
I let the birds in
I set their song free
Though it doesn't make sense to me
Holy greyhound bus hums the frequency of love
Little feathers float on my pillow and my comb
I feel it when you go, like you are my voodoo doll
I'm glorious, I'm glowing, in the sign above it all
I keep it open
I let the birds in
I set their song free
Though it doesn't make sense to me