Wounded Wings

Far away, high above

Far away, high above

High above

I found you so stolen and stunned

Your wounded wings undone

Far away, high above

We're spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

But soft I see, what dark through hearts is breaking now?

Arise and kill the sun and moon and stars

The prophet never sings without the promises

She testifies to wash her hands of ours

Far away

Far away, high above

We're spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

Oh, mother night, let down your wings

Surround me in your warm invite

Take my hand, releasе your breath

Beneath my covеrs softly you forget

Why won't you, why won't you forget?

Far away, high above

We're spiralling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

In spite of me