As I fall I leave a scar upon the sky;
a simple note for you, I wait for your reply
and in your answer, I'll regain my will to try...
To hover in the gliding light and we will rip the night
out of the arms of the Sun one more time
Close your eyes and we will fly above the crowded sky
and over the dumbstruck world we will run...
And these hills, they wash the golden rays away
into the valley; under all of this I lay,
and there you dig me out -- unearthed and saved...
To hover in the gliding light and we will rip the night
out of the arms of the Sun one more time
Close your eyes and we will fly above the crowded sky
and over the dumbstruck world we will run...
and we can rip the night out of the arms of the sun
A blood-red feather leaves a scar upon my hand
No longer stranded like the painted bird upon her fan
