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Lost In The Trees - A Church That Fits Our Needs This Dead Bird Is Beautiful

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41135008
  • Recorded:2011 North Carolina
  •  ©2012 Anti, Inc.
  • Vocals, Guitars, Harp, Percussion, Piano, Baritone:Ari Picker
  • Cello:Andrew Anagnost
  • Vocals, Horn, Trumpet, Piano, Harp, Bells:Emma Nadeau
  • Violin:Jenavieve Varga
  • Cello:Leah Gibson
  • Tuba, Bass, Piano, Harp, Bells:Mark Daumen

Lyrics

You lie in your weeds

This dead bird is beautiful

When they found her at peace

She has my eyes

A golden glow that glowed all night

Don't you say she was weak

I'll carry her because she breathed I breath

Hell won't come into my house

Not when you're around

She showed her heart

You called her art a fag

Before you drug her into the dark

You were the victim

You wouldn't let her up till she kissed you

Now she's the villain

There are no walls in heaven

A golden armored sky will carry her

But I'll always have her eyes

All will carry her

But I'll always have her eyes

Hell won't come into my house

Not when you're around