You brought me your love
Like a flower to a grave
Trees were throwing shadows
Like hands reach now
As if to say
Don't go that way
Another dead canary that used to sing
Heart full of love, poor little thing
You were no prisoner, you knew the way
There was no cage, yet for you there was no escape
Searching for a sparkle in the dark, so great
For a mineral so rain couldn't make a fey
Here you've come to find you came to lay
You better go on back the way you came
Another dead canary that used to see
Heart full of love, poor little thing
You were no puppet, there were no strings
For me to pull
For you there was no heart of gold
