Coffins, my dear. Coffins.

Like the doves on your wrist you wing through my mind
all day long
Like the red in your hair you are the life in my blood
that keeps my heart beating
Don't close the door, don't close the door
on me
cause I want you to know
that you are the reason im so cold
Like the air in the fall and the leaves on the ground
all around
Sending chills down my spine
Like rain in the clouds you bring tears to my eyes
falling falling falling down
cause i want you to be
the voice i don't have and the poise that i lack
just don't close the door
to your heart

But it didn't happen that way
the red haired bird flew
A nail through my wooden home
and the culprit floated away
the roof is peppered with shovels of dirt