This is a lark, this is a larger monster
Loving you like you love a good fight,
These unkempt yards make it hard and harder
You rake the leaves, as if to say you won’t stay
If you’ve got to let it bleed
This is a lark, this is a darker feather
You make the flight to make it right
It’s not a show of bleeding hearts
Buried in the dark above our homes
Sleep away the night the day
Steal away to a corner of this maze