Texty: Dispatch. Bullet Hole.

Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes
Oh, they're scattered across the sky
Oh, I wonder, I wonder these steep hills
Into the great light

Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes
They're scattered across the sky
I wonder these steep hills
Into 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
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 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
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

Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
I'm feeling 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, my, 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, oh, you have been hurt, you have been up above