Gah, I know I messed up on a lot of parts. And then at the ending part, I can only under stand some of it.

i believe these are correct:

well i often think about her
when the night comes and i'm walking the road.
and i know i'd never trace her,
i can barely begin to place her
chronologically.
just a flurry of white dresses and second guesses,
now less is much more to me.
if i really think about it,
it's all i ever think about.
my landlord has been shooting
bullets into paper birds.
huh, when he's drunk, he's immaculate.
especially before noon.
what i'm trying to do
with these paper birds
is to find a better way to bleed,
one that's more accurate.
and i'll practice my aim,
and i'll master my game,
and i'll know my songs well before it leaves my lips.
when the lady finished crying
i knew i had to say something to comfort her.
but all i've learned from love
is that what you love can be what destroys you.
mm, it's just a flower fading,
congratulating your vanity's champion.
it's the blood I want to shed
before i'm old or even dead.
my landlord has been shooting
bullets into paper birds.
and he's the last, of a dying breed,
a pharmacist with wings.
what i'm trying to do with these paper birds
is to find a better way to bleed,
one that's more accurate. and i take these targets that i hit,
they can go on my refrigerator
for all my friends to see.


i didn't even take a stab at the end part; i can get about 50% of it tops.

Your ivory card,
your salt white horn,
your swollen kiss,
your absent strength,
your moth-wing bite,
your paper birds,
your lonely boy,
your soft machine,
your gaze of green,
your twelve degrees,
your grieving lung,
your red-dipped wings,
your underworld (?),
you’re different from no one besides,
your speaking bones,
your absent strength,
your sleepy pear (?),
your arm and trees (?),
you're warm and sex,
your special days,
your man believes (?),
your mom’s at home,
your body plays,
you rise and set,
your moth-wing bite,
your lonely boy,
your soft machine,
your smoldering kiss,
your paper birds,
you’re different from no one besides..

I dunno about a few of those, the ones with the question marks, but I think the rest are correct.

Small correction:

Your ivory card,
your salt white horn,
your swollen kiss,
your absent strength,
your moth-wing bite,
your paper birds,
your lonely boy,
your soft machine,
your gaze of green,
your twelve degrees,
your grieving lung,
your red-dipped wings,
your underworld,
you’re different from no one besides,
your speaking bones,
your absent strength,
your sleepy pear,
your arm and trees,
you're warm and sex,
your special days,
your man believes,
your mind’s at home,
your body plays,
you rise and set,
your moth-wing bite,
your lonely boy,
your soft machine,
your smoldering kiss,
your paper birds,
you’re different from no one besides..

The paper birds are letters.

When I hear this song, I weave a story in my head. A man was involved with a woman, they were going to marry, but then something happened and she left him, maybe even at the altar. He still loves her and thinks about her. The paper birds are his love letters that he writes to her, but his landlord is always biringing them back to him because they never reach her.

The lady crying is the girls mother. The girl left him (for some reason I think it's because she found out she had cancer, can't remember why I came up with that) and ended up dying alone. So he continues to be sorrowful and write his paper birds, with the kind landlord returning them. He finally opens the returned letters for all to see (and kills himself?) The letters are full of all his memories of her.

from the cd pamphlet its goes
Your ivory caught
Your soft white warm
Your swollen kiss
Your absent strength
Your mothwing bite
Your paper birds
Your lonely boy
Your soft machine
Your gaze of grief
Your 12 degrees
Your grieving moon
Your red dipped wings
Your underworld
You're different from no one beside
Your speaking bones
Your absent strength
Your sleeping pale
Your almond trees
Your woman's sex
Your special days
Your grand valise
Your mom's not home
Your body plays
Your rise and set
Your mothwing bite
Your lonely boy
Your soft machine
Your swollen kiss
Your paper birds
You're different from no one besides


Eisenhower