Standing on the corner
Plastic cup in her hand
Standing on the corner
Saving for some gin
You don’t need to ask where she’s been or what’s up
She’ll gladly tell you all about the life she had
Before she had the cup

Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
What could I have done what could I have said
Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead

Window pane
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame
Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
And the ends coming soon

So many people hold a cup
So many die drinking milk in front of a window
I once knew a woman who got in the way
Of the intentions of a windy day
Don’t hold a cup in any season
Don’t make me choose between rhyme or reason
Don’t drink that milk in front of that window
You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose

This song, isn’t about that superstition of wishing when you see the time to be 11:11 or 12:12, 10:01. According to Andrew Bird, “it’s about chance tragic events.” It’s about different occasions of tragic death like that of a boy who saw his brother get shot while he was drinking a glass of milk by an open window. And also about a woman who, as she was just walking by the street, was hit by a piece of glass from a broken windowpane, blown out because of a windstorm.

There are some things in life (or death) that happen with not enough reason to console the one in mourning. And we try to put reason to it, or we try to put meaning to it, but they all fall short. There is no escaping grief, but we try to befriend it and then soon let it go, until another death comes.

Death is never something you get used to. Even when you’ve lived your whole life in the hospital, witnessing one death after another, a personal experience of facing a loved one’s death will always be different.


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