Now it's late, the dead are claiming my bones
I couldn't go too far with this gloomy soul
All is senseless and vain like a painted sea
And until you're dead you can't say you're free
My broken wings I spread in sparks
Rivers of bless gush from the scars
Your warmth inside my veins clears years of rain
Just when I thought I had lost the way
In the pale, cold autumnal light
Their umbilical starving wolves ride
I'll bite and scratch until I'll find the door
It's better to go down than crawl on the floor
My broken wings I spread in sparks
Rivers of bless gush from the scars
Your warmth inside my veins clears years of rain
Just when I thought I had lost the way
My broken wings I spread in sparks
Rivers of bless gush from the scars
Your warmth inside my veins clears years of rain
Just when I thought I had lost the way