[Intro] Bird Burial [Hook] Caw, caw, the crows are calling Black coat, pointed beak The scent of herbs hangs around me A steady stride through the ghetto [Verse 1] I am not a doctor The glass of my mask reflects the light No one can ever read what lies inside In the red evening sky, someone leaves us once again [Instrumental] Bird Burial [Verse 2] Caw, caw, the crows are screaming Throwing things from the backs of the ghetto They spread their wings into the distant sunset Black snow keeps falling [Hook] I am not a doctor I tend to the chick as it falls asleep No one can see beyond the glass So it won't feel lonely, I leave a little stuffed toy beside it [Chorus] I am not a doctor These helpless arms can only strike the wind What devours the sunset, turning it black, is a lullaby for nightmares [Outro] Bird Burial I am not a doctor.
