Whispering Grass

Pigeons are doves
Corrupted doves
Live on the street
Eating refuse
Have no home
Have no tree
Live in a drainpipe
Just like me
They hunt in packs
They pick the cracks
They'll bob their heads
For a little bread
They're always lost
And never found
Wandering aimlessly
From town to town
Pigeons are doves
Outcasts of love
Masters of flight
Stay in at night
And preen their down
Without a sound
And go unnoticed 
To all around
Pigeons are doves
Corrupted doves
Live on the street
Eating refuse
Have no home
Have no tree
Live in a drainpipe
Just like me

Pigeons (Bourbon and Cigarette Version)

Pidgeons (Domesticated Version)

In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

Aaron Sedgwick