Bird of Paradise

I dreamed myself tonight
A bird with wings of fire
My jaw was swollen tight
My jaw was swollen tight
I’d flown with every
Traveled on a withering star
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like
Yet hold me in your arm
My memory’s razor sharp
Like broken glass in a foot
The light pushed through the dark
The light pushed through the dark
I’ll find you in the end
mirror?
Your eyes painted on with dots
Your eyes painted on with dots
Yet hold me in your arm