Three Flamingos (feat. Avery Bruce)

Get me some paper he says A request unlikely to be satisfied See how he grins through his teeth The relief is so far from their fullest life Basic breezes shift the course I got no remorse for the band-aid now must rip away They glance and they burn and they hope That the smoke will fix these notes they cannot play They got no other way to speak Than to flick those tinder strings Thin long necks are cheek to cheek Before the night begins Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight Something's not right Their ears are pressed against the door So they listen for signs that there may still be life But that emerald skirt has come and gone She used to promenade the cage until the sun arrived She paid a visit, she was forced to report that the sacrificial bell had rung And now all that is left on display is today They're being slaughtered for their tongue They got no other way to speak Then through lily-pondering dreams Blood red memories we keep Before the night begins Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight Something's not right So unaware of every secret they seek from above Each whisper they share, their mere existence is more than enough Those three flamingos echo Van Gogh's Starry Night They pendulum pose, they know the fear of taking flight Something's not right