In come the vulturesnThrough dusty airnTo take you down andnTear the ribbons from your hair.nnIn come the songbirdsnWith bitter melodiesnTo sever all your heartstringsnAs they light upon the trees.nnThis place can sometimes be so ugly.nThis place can sometimes be so strange.nnIn come the blackbirdsnIn murders and in drovesnTo cover you in shadownAs they clean you to the bone.nnIn I come, a firebirdnDon't offer up your sorrownToday you see me crash and burnnBut I'll be back tomorrow.nnThis place can sometimes be so perfect.nThis place can sometimes be your cage.nThis place can sometimes be so beautiful.nThis place will always be so strange.