Bullet Holes

Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes

Scattered across the sky

I wonder

These steep hills

Unto the great light

My fingers collapse around my pen

Like soldier tryin' to hold up the flag

I'm callin' out, once again

In this letter to you my friend

In this letter to you my friend

In this letter to you my friend

And don't tell me you been comin' up easy

Stop, drop, you're life is greasy

You used to say that you would come around

But you're never here

You have been

Up above so high so high so high

And lived, in the dirt

You have felt

Some love

And you

Have been hurt

Well I've gone to shorten my road

With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' tostrike)

And as we walk along the cove

And know that this is right

You may think I'm crazy

You may think I'm foolish

But I'm coming through the lightning

Comin' back to you

Don't tell me you been comin' up easy

Stop, drop, you're life is greasy

You used to say that you would come around

But you're never here

You have been

Up above so high so high so high

And lived, in the dirt

You have felt

Some love

And you

Have been hurt

Oh my my my my my my my

I'm feelin' fine

Oh my my my my my my my

I'm comin' through

Oh my my my my my my my

Oh my my my oh my

You have been

Up above so high so high so high

And lived, in the dirt

You have felt

Some love

And you

Have been hurt

Oh you have been you have been

Up above up above

And you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirt

Oh you have felt you have felt

Some love some love

And you were you were

Been hurt

You have been up above