The bells bend
On the back of the wind
Outside the supermarket
Queue
I change my feet
My heart
Bends
I would rather lean
With the birds
And the dead sheep
Its head broken
On the back of the tree
The bird can not land
Stuck in flight
Wings bent
I did not make the flight
stuck stuck sticky
To the metal rail
To the bridge
To the wind
Wind so strong
Nothing can take off
Or land
I change my feet
The horrible man shakes his head at me
Like I am bad
I know I am bad
My heart
Bends
I prefer time in numbers
Not
In hand
stuck stuck sticky
I meet St Peter
Behind the supermarket
He holds my hand
As the water
Fills my bed.
