Bullet Holes - Dispatch

Black birds send bullet holes

Scattered across the sky

I wander

These steep hills

Into the grey light

My fingers collapse around my pen

Like soldiers 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

Oh baby, 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' to strike)

And as we walk along the cove

You will know that this is right

You may think I’m crazy

You may think I’m foolish

But I’m coming through the lightening

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, oh some love

And you, you have

Been hurt

You have been up above