I'd like to know the birds outside my window by their songs alone But it would take too long and I Would get it wrong And in some small revealing way You'd know it is when I have thoughts like this I mostly let them fly away These have been violent times for Saint Valentine's boys What does he expect we'll do with all these candy hearts He sent us down here to destroy? I'd like to show all of those careless lovers why their love is wrong And why the vows they made in earnest will be gone With every small revealing day They will be violent times that come before the fall But they won't need me to shoot the arrow When it comes time to paint their marrow on the wall I see the hearth-fire houses of young families Curtains open wide All so the lonely ones can come And see the sum of all the pleasures they're denied They'd like to throw your closets and your cupboards Open on the floor Until your treasures and your secrets are no more And it is all revealed in grey And so it is when I have thoughts like this I mostly let them fly away