Papagallo

[Verse 1: John Darnielle] You were standing near the water When the wind ripped through Heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle I heard the one perfect song pouring out of you There was a darkening sky reflected on the river There's no way of determining where we were Low hills, colors gone crazy You standing like a ghost with the water behind you It's hard to grab a hold of something, sometimes Like you need me to remind you [Verse 2] You were standing near the water And I was looking at the water And then you went down in the water And the river began to boil There was a minute when I thought I knew what you were about And then you opened up your eyes and the Lord came out Low hills, colors gone crazy You rising from the water like a bird You had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip And I recognized every single word