Gliding Low

In a reign of smoke and ash The sun is red and angry Thirsty rivers dry and parched Spill their dust upon me Every fallen angel sings Gliding low on broken wings All the cracked and bleeding hearts Emerge incisive in their art Blackbirds circle round the queen To steal her shiny trinkets When she chokes upon her feast Every bite is lonely Every fallen angel sings Gliding low on broken wings All the cracked and bleeding hearts Emerge incisive in their art Miraculous, mysterious life Has a way Of holding on And dreaming of a day And the king has blown to dust Eyes glow from the shadows Cast aside, forgotten parts Resolved and reassembled Every fallen angel sings Gliding low on broken wings All the cracked and bleeding hearts Emerge incisive in their art Miraculous, mysterious life Has a way Of holding on And dreaming of a day