WIND UP BIRD
You’re a wind-up bird that can not fly,
Plumes askew, the blue of a pale fire.
Shall i pluck your feathers to decorate my sky?
comment allez-vous?
Take your lovely time;
Rest in your nest until someone gives you life.
comment allez-vous?
Have you no patience, have you no purpose
when you’re not flying high?
have you no patience, have you none left in me?
comment allez-vous?