Camp Luke - From the Page Lyrics

Hang me out with the laundry
With everything, while nothing's happening
The curvature, something's flying
With everything, hanging and drying

A long black bird
Stretched from my feet
It flies in the wind
And it flies out from my feet

Yes that long black bird
Stretching from my feet
Flying in the wind
Flying from my feet

It tells me how it obliterates
From the page and from the tree

The long black bird it hangs and sings
Out from the page and out from the tree

Hang me out with the laundry
Take away my family name
The grandmothers erased from memory
With everything, slowly dying

A long black bird
Singing in the street
It flies in the wind
And it flies out from my feet

Yes that long black bird
Singing in the street
Flying in the wind
Flying from my feet

It tells me how it obliterates
From the page and from the tree

The long black bird it hangs and sings
Out from the page and out from the tree