Cardinal Sin

there's a red little bird in the branches
he's singing your favorite song
lovin' a crow with a passion
runnin' away in the fog
your life is a mess and you'd fly to the ocean
if not for the hair on your chin
your lips gettin' wet from the drops of emotion
commitin' a cardinal sin

there's a red little bird in the branches
winter's been feelin' so warm
it's wrong to be playin' with matches
it's wrong to be lockin' the door
up in your room with a bottle of something
from all of the places you've been
singing along to a tune about someone
commitin' a cardinal sin

but i enjoy it
but i enjoy it
but i enjoy it
but i enjoy it