Mother bird high lets the thunder roll from her eye

But I know I’m watching my mother watch her mother die

I guess these things take time

A ring is no ring unless you tie it to multiple lives

Well, I’ll give you three, five, I’ll give you all nine

And when we burnout, right

The after will be fine

Mother bird high lets the thunder roll from her thigh

Well I knew the good word, I could tell a good sigh

When I laid him by my side

When she laid my daddy by her side

When she laid my pappy by her side

Honey is not sweet, a spoonful each time you’re sick

My mother taught me to protect things by growing them thick

Did she ever burnout quick?

And will my sister burnout quick?