There's a gray house, inside a yellow sky I used to hide all my bu*terfly wings An aviary, fallen feathers to the ground And a sudden cloud Uncertain bird flies around And what you do with what you've found The stars around, your secret sound, the scars on your side The scars on your side A tear you kept in a sewing box And all the knives keep your back straight My house under big feet now, no shade Step forward withering, distracting knives and back again Watch myself turn to catch myself worn Help them take the ashes I can eat them when i need them