So that I look like a dove
They'll never know how I talk to the moon
And ask to glow just as she does
Made out of nails and bricks
So I let them throw all their stones for their kicks
They'll never know how their stones imbed in my bones
And with me they'll always be
Through all the nights I've been
Coating them white but I still see all of the grey
Hum a discordant tune for the birds and the moon
While I'm carving out my own grave
From the rocks that they spit from their jaws
For the pigeon that I always was
They love what I am who I'm not
They love what I am who I'm not
They love what I am who I'm not
They love what I am who I'm not
They love what I am who I'm not