In the belly of a bird, I traveled across the sea;
Nothing sounded more peaceful, 
Than the white noise of saltwater.
To every bird his song,
To every man his wrong
I made you a promise, I [bad word] back;
hypocrite holds her words.
As wrong as I was, and as good as you were,
It’s still not enough
To every bird his song,
To every man his wrong
Choke on words.