We see tired wings
Flowing to song
And we aim
To float in with the fields
There are times past
Open to seed
Then there's the aftermath
Now the light
Crinkles under the sun
And we're left
Gazing out by the beads
We see bodies and ash
As they mess with the gravity
That's our return
Our return
That's our return
Sleep under the earth
And the birds
They wait
Wait just for me
Out with the everbeings
Now the light
Crinkles under the sun
And we're left
Gazing out by the beads
We see bodies and ash
As they mess with the gravity
That's our return