Starlings

Black, black, black secrets circulating in the black night
Black shoes, black shirt, black dress, black frame for a black eye
A black box full of black sighs

Did anybody see the silver stars glowing pink on the black shore?
Or see the bomb burst like a cherry, deep red with a black core?
White flags in a black war

Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, but the feeling's real

Black, black, black, black kiss on the filter of a cigarette
Black wish, blacklist, black lips form the letters of the alphabet into a single black regret

Did anybody see the Starling's black dance in the pink sky?
Or hear the silver note buried down in the depths of a black cry?
A red-throated goodbye

Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, but the feeling's real, oh
Does anybody else know how I feel?
The color's running out, but the feeling's real