VULTURES AND PARROTS written by Marini Barika Facey October 23, 2010
A cold, empty room, with shelves full of dusty promises
Friends never see, because you seem to be calm
You swear you’re gonna change
Didn’t mean to be this way
I guess vultures will only know how to be violent
I look in your eyes and there’s no one around,
You sink deeper into this dismal gray,
Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save
You swear you’re gonna change
Didn’t mean to be this way,
But your whispers aren’t so sweet
Your words run through me and always sting,
Like smoke that lingers in my clothes and hair
I guess parrots don’t know when to be silent
I look in your eyes and there’s no one around,
You sink deeper into this dismal gray,
Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save
I grab some records and leave the room...
While I wait for your torment to be at bay,
I love to loudly play Ella and Louis,
Because this makes everything seem serene.
I slide open the back door...
I stick my feet in the creek and close my eyes,
Hoping that it would wash away the lies
The water chills me to the core, but nothing is as cold as you
Burn a fire
Stoke a flame
But still nothing will ever change, when you are in that distant place
I guess parrots don’t know when to be silent
I guess vultures will only know how to be violent
Nothing is as cold as you
I look in your eyes and there’s no one around,
You sink deeper into this dismal gray,
Like a man who is drowning that I cannot even save
I guess parrots will be silenced
I guess vultures will always be violent
Nothing is as cold as you