Fall like a flower from you bubbling wings
I am trapped in an hour and lowly I swing
To a branch on the edge of the water springs where you tire.
I will be fine when the lamb comes around
I will wrap myself in a red-whitened gown to be free.
I don't see the end
Bitterness, my friend
Is done.
I don't need to send thoughts away anymore.
Life washes over my head by the mile
I am burried in sand
Your cities of fire tumble down
I will be fine when the lamb comes around
I will wrap myself in a red-whitened gown to be free.
I don't see the end
Bitterness, my friend
Is done.
I don't need to send thoughts away anymore.