The Great Motorcycle Crash of ’97

Oh I knew what I was doing when I sent that confringo charm your way
Oh I knew that for you to fly I must set you free, release you from your cage
But oh, I still believe
And oh, I still can see
That you will always be flying next to me
With a letter in your beak

Baby you’re alive
When I close my eyes
I can see you smile
And I can feel your power

All the kids are saying that you can’t be dead
Got a letter, I’ll send a school owl instead
I should have alohomora-ed your cage
Instead you’re lying in a fiery motorcycle grave

All the good times we had together
All the cool mail you delivered

Baby you’re alive
When I close my eyes
I can see you smile (and I know that’s hard through a beak)

Baby you’re alive
And you’re flying high
All in mind (but that don’t mean it’s not real girl)

Baby you’re alive