Blackbird Sinning in the Dead of Night

Here’s why I cry tonight:

My head is filled with lies with the years gone by

Our flame has died and you haven’t even tried

To water the flowers of my garden.

Listen to the sound of my breath:

I make audible my concerns for these troubles

Of dissolution of souls that leaves great holes

In the crevices of our hearts.

Feel how the wind caresses my cheek:

Take this as a lesson from person to person

To learn how to love when push comes to shove

By kissing my fingertips.

Here’s how you can fly:

By learning when and when not to say goodbye

When staring at reminders of days gone by

Please baby, please don’t cry.