Shrike - Hozier

I couldn't utter my love when it counted
ah, but I'm singling like a bird bout it now
i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
ah, but I'm singing like a bird bout it now
The words hung above, but never would form
like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
remember me love, when I'm reborn
as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn