And with Her Came the Birds (Live at La Gaîté Lyrique)

Night falls, silence takes a grip

Guilt I retrieved, a burning will to die

I need this to be over before I am bleeding dry

Somewhere along the highway these tracks must end

I pass a crowd on my way to the house on the hill

Dead man with pitchfork arms tells me all that he knows

Leave me here for the crows

In the Fall she came back, and with her the birds