Feel the pain all around my fingers
Through my windows you see it glow
You want to help but there's no fixing this
There's no fixing this
Palma violets on my tongue it's unhealthy
To waste away the days thinking of you
Sit around the fire in the evenings
Sparks then embers gone so quick burnt through
Hear the birds outside and their chirping
Think of what they feel inside their hearts
Not a worry in the world they spend their days
Fluttering flying from branch to branch