Nocturnals

i dream of birds, birds without wings

children who grew up to be dangerous things

i was known as the postman, i worked through the night

i made my deliveries sink out of sight



we would wrap them, wrap them up

anything to shut them up

had to stitch them, stitch them up

see how they fly

see how they fly



we'd hold them in the center 'till we were all done

we'd turn up the music and have some fun

you're on your way out, that's what they were told

and we'd mock them and drug them, 'till our stupor took its hold



we would wrap them, wrap them up

anything to shut them up

had to stitch them, stitch them up

see how they fly

see how they fly



fly out low, some way offshore

the sacking covers up their heads

don't want to look into their eyes

as i push them through the open door