Three Flamingos (feat. Avery Bruce) Video (MV)

Get me some paper he says
A request unlikely to be satisfied
See how he grins through his teeth
The relief is so far from their fullest life
Basic breezes shift the course
I got no remorse for the band-aid now must rip away
They glance and they burn and they hope
That the smoke will fix these notes they cannot play
They got no other way to speak
Than to flick those tinder strings
Thin long necks are cheek to cheek
Before the night begins

Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night
They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight
Something's not right

Their ears are pressed against the door
So they listen for signs that there may still be life
But that emerald skirt has come and gone
She used to promenade the cage until the sun arrived
She paid a visit, she was forced to report that the sacrificial bell had rung
And now all that is left on display is today
They're being slaughtered for their tongue
They got no other way to speak
Then through lily-pondering dreams
Blood red memories we keep
Before the night begins

Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night
They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight
Something's not right

So unaware of every secret they seek from above
Each whisper they share, their mere existence is more than enough

Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night
They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight
Something's not right