Gouldians

There are feathers red and gold raining on the lawn
Suddenly I miss everyone

They're carrying the Nazarene and it’s snowing in the Middle East
I see the white palm trees in my sleep

I need a Jewelfish or a wolf, a Jack Dempsey to confide in
Because the ice around me is growing thin

All the greatest say that you will have to let everyone slide
If you want to find that needle's eye

They're moving overhead, with little golden wings and feathers bright like fire
In the waning light all I’d hid in the ground there rises to the sky

I put on a shirt and a tie sometimes when I feel alone
And go to strangers' funerals

All the greatest say that you will have to suffer everyone's wrath
If you want to walk that narrow path

They're moving overhead, with little golden wings and feathers bright like fire
In the waning light all I'd hid in the ground there rises to the sky