Pheasants Songtext
von Chris Koza

A pheasant′s flight falls short
A foul look of feathers long report
No reply
Cold and wrapped up and released
A recurring black eye at least
You deny

Now we're strangers in the midst
Of a plot with all too familiar twists
Why should I?


Dogs are barking, kids are swearing
Fire hydrants pouring out the side
Delivery trucks with engines running
Double parked while traffic can′t decide
I wish I was a photographer
With a camera that would never tell a lie

Two crescents in a sling
Two halves that make a ring
To divide
And we trade these sorry blows
To fathers who should have retired years ago

Can't say goodbye
Can't say goodbye