Release the Sunbird - Robert Pollard

They will send for you someday

Release the sunbird

Wheel up to you and drive you home

And below it was home then

To keep us so grounded

Oh, and I know it’s ugly and wrong

When she calls you

You’ll be crying

Inside dying alone

When she keeps you

You can’t kiss her

And you will miss her

When she’s gone

Falling in an arc from an open wrist

And time can only free you

When she’s gone

She is dead

She is dead

And now she’s dead!