The whispers cut like hard rain
    Like sugar in a hurricane
    Like tears from a gun
    All blood and sun
    Well the holes from your pretty swords
    I fill them up with hush
    Hush words
    And I hum
    Shut your wings little flower
    Shut your wings
    Little flower

    And fearing no-one
    He said
    "Bow unto me"
    But no-one could hear him
    So great was the grinding and gnashing of wings
    Shut your wings little flower
    Shut your wings

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    (Lane/Beale, Harvey)
    Released on 'Dirty Sings', Re-released on 'Dirty Pearl'