Pretty In Pink - Lyrics

and so I fear the end of everything, will begin with a violent fluttering, like that of a dying bird/ my heart ached when it slowly beat it�s last burst of life into concrete/ and a drop of dew, on the petal of a flower is no different than a wounded lamb, amidst a pack of wolves/ and my heart still aches as I watch the blood stain their teeth pink/ and so I fear the end of everything will begin with a violent fluttering, like that of a dying bird/ when I close my eyes dead birds fly, when I die I hope the lamb survives/ and so I fear the end of everything, will begin with violent fluttering like that of a dying bird