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
I didn't know anything about Shrikes until I heard this song. They're birds who will murder another bird and mount the corpse on a thorn like a trophy.
The song is about completely destroying a beautiful relationship then waxing lyrical about it afterwards, when it's too late. Treating it as a trophy when it's something you killed.
I couldn't utter my love when it counted Ah but I'm singing like a bird about it now. I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted. Oh by I'm singing like a bird about it now.
