Do you know what it is

To give yourself up

To meet the abyss with your face turned into the sun?

To feel small

To be in awe of something (Something, something)

When I learned to love

I grew branches and leaves

And little birds performing rituals nested in me

And my lover swayed, a willow in the breeze

And how I loved him

And it feels good (Good)

What he softly says to me (Ah)

The shining iridescence of his feathers, black and green

I've seen that distant land

That boundless cemetery (Ah)

The buried hearts of men (Ah-ah-ah)

Who died suppressing every need (Ah)

While beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing

Watch as they humble themselves while romancing

And they won't die alone

They know something that you don't

I've heard the way they speak of kings and wolves and sheep

No man has ever mentioned birds of paradise to me

With their little hearts beating so hard

For another

Those needy whites of eyes from men to other men

Who wouldn't know a diamond if derided by a friend

And won't it feel good (Good)

To know it in your blood (Ah)

To turn into the fool (Ah-ah-ah)

That you swore you'd never become? (Ah)

But fools love better than anyone

Beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing

Watch as they humble themselves while romancing

And they won't die alone (Alone)

They know something that you don't (That you don't)

My love turned to me and said

"If I woke up and you weren't there

My hummingbird heart couldn't bear it

It would burst, and I would die"

Show a similar obsession

To the object of your affection

Kneel as an equal at their altar and mate for life

Beautiful birds in bright colours are dancing

Watch as they humble themselves while romancing

And they won't die alone

They know something that you don't