Dearest ones in an eye of a star life is brief

A speck of dust from grass to leaf

If on the ascendant your soul arises

And doesn't contradict what your esence extemporises

I've been the hermit and the love thief

And paid for the privilege with tears of grief

Which soon by nature circumcises

This song will be brief



One day in the spring a question fell

And went straight through me

Do bleeding angels sing when close to tears?

I need the answer

So if you go before me would you let me know?

If you go before me would you let me know?



One day in the year a bullet screamed

And ripped straight through you

And i saw the sun begin to bleed

Above a flood of tears and sirens

And are spirit's colour blind?

So if you go before me would you let me know?

If you go before me would you let me know?




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