Texty: Sons & Daughters. The Nest.

Everything that happened here
Cannot happen when you're dead, she safely said
Worry when you wake tonight
Is it all in your head?

So you want to run, deny
No time to sit and rest or re-address
All that comes to you
When you're picturing the nest

And he never understands, that the photo in the drawer
Is all you're looking for
Blue to gray, then back again
Watch the fading paper wall

Scratching at the window glass
Trees along the ledge, are they in your head?
Creepers beat, beat, beat tonight
Picturing the nest

The sight at sixteen
Of the son she never had
Once she had a dream
Of the ones she'll never have

Your ending, your ending
Your ending, your ending

You're only half a person now
So fold over what is left to be addressed
What you want when you wake tonight
Is it all in your head?

So you turn over, lie
Cradling this perfect mess, this home-made dress
You've seen what comes to those
Who put a picture in the nest

The sight at sixteen
Of the one she'll never have
Once she had a dream
Of the son she'll never have

Your ending, your ending
Your ending, your ending

The sight at sixteen
Of the ones she'll never have
Once she had a dream
Of the son she'll never have

Your ending, your ending
Your ending, your ending