Elijah Wyman - Dove's Blood, Desert Sand lyrics

Dove in a tree Above David and me. "Just Point and squeeze," I am whispering. Watch her spin Towards the ground. Crimson! But I've only hit her wing. She is walking, cooing. Here come the dogs, Those filthy dogs, To drag her off And tear her up. I pick her up in my hands And wipe her blood of in the hot desert sand