Soundgarden, “Bones of Birds”

Time is my friend,
till it ain’t and runs out.
And that is all that I have
till it’s gone.

Try to build a home, bones of birds
singing in the cold and fall to earth—

Hey, sometimes she won’t cry
when the smallest one is drowned,
too weak to survive, probably—
maybe.

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