A dozen crows and then some on the rhododendrons In the cemetery where I lay Like Rebecca reigning over Manderley My foot fell upon your grave Like a pressure point hidden beneath the soil Down came sheets of pouring hail I sheltered in the church's archway then From the shards of glass falling so pale And I looked up and saw the sun, it separated all the colors And the ice, into my eyes, it fell and left me blind That was the last thing that I saw, the fractured glass in its downpour I felt the blood mix with the water and I didn't see no more I came across an injured dove I wanted to put her out of her misery There came no signal from above No sign, no guide, I thought whatever could this mean And with my hand I picked her up And in that moment, oh, it shifted magically For when her feathers felt my touch, I saw her a demon Feathers, they turned black Oh, she was no Phoenix, but a creature of the ash I let her go, she hit the ground I heard the thud, regained her color Saw the scars, she had been bound by someone and left to die I never really found that dove It's just a story I made up Because I wanted all of this to stop And I didn't know how to tell you I didn't know how (mhm, mhm, mhm) Oh, I didn't know how (mhm, mhm, mhm) (ooh) And I looked up, into the sun, it separated all the colors And the ice into my eyes, it fell and left me blind And I looked up, and saw the sun, it separated all the colors And the ice into my eyes, it fell and changed my mind