Swallow

Cold forehead
It bulges dead above my eye
Laying waste to the flight
Swallow
My head is a hole

There's a pattern in the fields
And the moon rolls in your eyes
Father's been high
Better teach him the end
The sky turns to gray
The moon turns away
Bye bye
Bye bye

Your room's black and blue
Your mother's in two
And all the trees stand in line
For the worst day of your life
The sky turned to gray
The moon turned away
Bye bye
Bye bye

Swallow
This head is a hole
Bye bye
Bye bye