I had a strange feeling walking down pleasant street
where the hummingbird lost its beak for singing out things
no one dare speak
m thoughts dispersed in the factory smoke
we lived a dream from which we never woke
she whispered to me from behind the wall
she said to stand first you must fall

If you fight you will die a man
broken and shattered, but you still got your band
the hummingbird may fly south in the winter
while I stay behind, wishing I could too