Cataracts - Andrew Bird

And when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others

And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers

Milk that sours is promptly spat, light will fill our eyes like cats

And they shall enter from the back

With spears and scepters and squirming sacks

Scribs and tangles between their ears

Faceless scrumbled charcoal smears, oh dear

Through the coppice and the chaparral

The thickets thick with mold

The bracken and the brier

Catch weed into the fold

When our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others

And the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers

Milk that sours is promptly spat, light will fill our eyes like cats

Light will fill our eyes like cats, cataracts