Former dove comes back to the house
With blood on its wings and a bone in its mouth
He was on drugs or something
Mother asks about his health
And doesn't know which of them needs the most help
Call the cops or something

Everything stands on communication
If you can't talk, then there's no escaping
Even if you could talk, no escaping this
If it's a break down, then why won't it break
Why won't it break?

And they both tremble silently
And wait and wait and finally
He finds something, some words

I heard what you said when I turned my back
How could it possibly still hurt, this is where we've been at
Since the fourth grade choir recital
I picked my battles just like you said
Some days I decide I would rather be dead
It's the dead one you get
It's the dead one you get
Keep the rest for myself

Still I could not let you go
Before you knew the way back home
Something happened to me before you were born
You appeared in a spark of light
Saying: I am the one who wants this life
If you'll have me, I will come

I'd prayed to God to give me this grace
A place for this pain, a smiling face
That could feel this with me

And you came in a coat of many colors
The shine of your feathers was like no other
Please wear it again, we swear we won't hurt you
We swear we won't hurt you this time

And you're telling me not to say the name
But also you're looking in my eyes and asking: Am I dead?
No, you're my son
Am, am, am, am, am, am
Am, am, am, am, am, am
Am I dead?
No, you're my son
Am, am, am, am, am, am
Am, am, am, am, am, am
Am I dead?
No, you're my son