Paris Paloma, Bailey Pickles, Beth B — the last beautiful thing I saw is the thing that blinded me

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A dozen crows and then some on the rhododendrons
In the cemetery where I lay
Like Rebecca reigning over Manderley
My foot fell upon your grave
Like a pressure point hidden beneath the soil
Down came sheets of pouring hail
I sheltered in the church’s archway then
From the shards of glass falling so pale

And I looked up and saw the sun, it separated all the colors
And the ice, into my eyes, it fell and left me blind
That was the last thing that I saw, the fractured glass in its downpour
I felt the blood mix with the water and I didn’t see no more

I came across an injured dove
I wanted to put her out of her misery
There came no signal from above
No sign, no guide, I thought whatever could this mean

And with my hand I picked her up
And in that moment, oh, it shifted magically
For when her feathers felt my touch, I saw her a demon
Feathers, they turned black
Oh, she was no Phoenix, but a creature of the ash

I let her go, she hit the ground
I heard the thud, regained her color
Saw the scars, she had been bound by someone and left to die

I never really found that dove
It’s just a story I made up
Because I wanted all of this to stop
And I didn’t know how to tell you
I didn’t know how (mhm, mhm, mhm)
Oh, I didn’t know how (mhm, mhm, mhm) (ooh)

And I looked up, into the sun, it separated all the colors
And the ice into my eyes, it fell and left me blind
And I looked up, and saw the sun, it separated all the colors
And the ice into my eyes, it fell and changed my mind