Starling
Tori Amos
Starling, you were right; I am the jealous kind.
Whoever would have guessed?
Starling, now I am shut out and confined
Even within my nest.
What, what does it take to make it through another day,
If a feather lined with his words becomes a blade?
Starling, when he screams he screams in black and white,
Just like the magpie.
Shattered night, then I woke
Not to a lonely lark but to a raven’s cry.
If a feather lined with his words becomes a blade
Then what, what will it take to make it through another day?
So when they play, play the song
Sing along.
It may be your turn to shine
If you know the lines.
Hey, what’s that you say?
“You can find, find him online
Most of the time these days.”
“Is that right?” I say.
You were right, Starling.