High Flying Bird

Lyrics

You wore a little cross of gold around your neck  
I saw it as you flew between my reason  
Like a raven in the night time when you left  
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name  
You touched it and you wore it  
And you kept it in your pillow all the same  
  
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms  
I thought myself her keeper  
She thought I meant her harm  
She thought I was the archer  
A weather man of words  
But I could never shoot down  
My high-flying bird  
  
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red  
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man  
In the foreign field of death  
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say  
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight  
Instead you moved away