Do you know what it is
To give yourself up
To meet the abyss with your face turned into the Sun?
To feel small
To be in awe of something (something, something)
When I learned to love
I grew branches and leaves
And little birds performing rituals nested in me
And my lover swayed, a willow in the breeze
And how I loved him
And it feels good (good)
What he softly says to me (ah)
The shining iridescence of his feathers, black and green
I've seen that distant land
That boundless cemetery (ah)
The buried hearts of men (ah-ah-ah)
Who died suppressing every need (ah)
While beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing
Watch as they humble themselves while romancing
And they won't die alone
They know something that you don't
I've heard the way they speak of kings and wolves and sheep
No man has ever mentioned birds of paradise to me
With their little hearts beating so hard
For another
Those needy whites of eyes from men to other men
Who wouldn't know a diamond if derided by a friend
And won't it feel good (good)
To know it in your blood (ah)
To turn into the fool (ah-ah-ah)
That you swore you'd never become? (Ah)
But fools love better than anyone
Beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing
Watch as they humble themselves while romancing
And they won't die alone (alone)
They know something that you don't (that you don't)
My love turned to me and said: If I woke up and you weren't there
My hummingbird heart couldn't bear it
It would burst, and I would die
Show a similar obsession
To the object of your affection
Kneel as an equal at their altar and mate for life
Beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing
Watch as they humble themselves while romancing
And they won't die alone
They know something that you don't
