Looking for myself in the birdshit on my car Rorschach holds a mirror from their wings to my heart In the motel sign, ballerina and a moth Many voltage light, many missed and soon forgot I keep it open I let the birds in I set their song free Though it doesn't make sense to me Holy greyhound bus hums the frequency of love Little feathers float on my pillow and my comb I feel it when you go, like you are my voodoo doll I'm glorious, I'm glowing, in the sign above it all I keep it open I let the birds in I set their song free Though it doesn't make sense to me