How's the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls,
And when the worms carried it away,
Did you cry, did you feel,
did you see me pray?
To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night,
Three thousand miles high, these
wayward wanderers fly.
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell.
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite
belle.
Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings.
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning
chorus start to sing,
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you,
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall
apart.
Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds,
And when we glance down upon our shrine,
There's no viol,
violet, and no vine.
Nor rays from holy heaven bright,
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light?
We strayed
from this light.
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell,
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle.
Turn
loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings.
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to
sing,
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you,
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart.
Scarlet
drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld.
Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the
underworld.
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell.
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle.
Turn
loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings.
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to
sing,
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you,
My muse, I never wanted....
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all
for you,
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart
