Way up here, I see it all
Bricks and mortar, short life boxes
Coagulating village shapes
Tiny people, starling-sized
Last night's dreams will file and prize away the chains

And here I am
Drawing back the curtains on my stage
The only crowd are shades
They fidget while I sing another page
I clear the snowfall
And stuff the dead newspaper in my naked shoes

One step forward
Two steps back
The traffic coughing black

She's trying on her royal skin
In the shape of a clouding bird
He's standing with a book of sins
And granite scratched with words
Murmuration
Fall in feathered patterns, swirling sky above
This is just the way that things will be

One for temper
Two for the cold
And one to lose you
Two to have and hold

One step to her left
And two steps right
The laundry flapping white

She's trying on her royal skin
In the shape of a clouding bird
He's standing with a book of sins
And granite scratched with words
Murmuration
Fall in feathered patterns, swirling sky above
Coronation
He's a king in stone and staring up in love
This is just the way that things will be