Passenger के बोल

Walking round Chicago, I have smuggled you as cargo, though you are far away unknowing. By the time we get to Salt Lake I have packed you in my suitcase, ironed the creases from my own remembering She said Bird, why? We wound our way to Texas where I summoned remote hexes and I sent them across dust and oceans. In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion I might phone you, but there it lived and died, a notion. She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? Oh my satellite, oh my passenger. We came up on Ohio, I have you chewed on like a biro. You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering. We came up to Minneapolis, all fizzy blood and twitchy fists. I buried you in a day of snowing. She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.