Diane Cluck - A Phoenix & Doves Lyrics
All my delightcame out like a hock coughed up in the mornin'saw in the lightwhat colors i didn't know how should i call themsaint someone saidto "die daily"--die daily implies be born dailyopen my head--a phoenix & doves fly out in the morningout in the day, nowwhat bird-dogs suss me out in the field, youp from the groundhow i hear them snapping up at my heels, yohot on my headwhat light makes the heat makes the fire makes the ashoh i thought i was deada phoenix & doves fly out in the morningsaint someone saidto "die daily"--die daily implies be born dailyopen my heada phoenix & doves fly outa phoenix & doves fly outa phoenix & doves fly outa phoenix & doves fly out