Coda Songtext
von Miniluv

The bird′s nest hung high from the rafter
The high winds and hard ground spelled disaster
The flapping didn't stop him from falling faster
The picture would stay clear forever after

The blade I used was old and faded
The strike missed twice, but lacerated
The grave was shallow, I dug unaided but the cut dug deeper
Than the hole I spaded

One day you think that every puzzle piece fits neatly into place
That every child has life written on their face
But come to find that the pieces, they don′t align
The picture you saw was wrong the whole time

So you start to think, "How can I sit and watch death make
Sick jokes of every opportunity that life creates?
How can I put the pieces back together without mistake?

And how long will it take?"


I saw the father and his children at play
I had to leave, I had to look away
I saw the moments that I squandered in disarray
I saw each time I said I loved you as you decayed

Those precious moments
Moments of pressure and relief
I see them now, only I see them through the eyes of grief
I saw your eyes in the bird that died
I saw your smile as I cried

And as I drive
I see your face in strangers teeth
It gets me high to see your face only to relapse in defeat


But now I've realized that death is not a hunter
Not some predator lying in wait to pull me under
No, death is but the curious blunder of life and reproduction
A folly that cannot be sustained without outnumbering
The resources necessary for consumption
And no, I cannot lie in wait for fear of my destruction
For surely it will come for me and when it does
What stories will they tell of me?
How will they remember me?
What reason and rhyme can I pass on
When all I do is spend my time whining and running
From my fear of dying?
I know that I won't waste any more moments
Crying out to the sky and wishing you were here again
So I could tell you all the reasons that I hated why I loved you
I′ll have to put that behind me if
I want to keep any semblance of sanity
Irreplaceable, you were to me
But death is just another part of
Having something dear to me
And when it comes down to it
Every symphony has to end
And that′s the beauty of it
And that's the beauty of it

And as I drive
I see your face in strangers teeth
It gets me high to see your face only to relapse in defeat
And though the leaves
They mark the path along the street
I will not follow, for I know exactly where they lead

Father and Fighter, living in absence
Lover and Writer, now just fragments