Bloom

I lost my scepter, I lost my wings Oh, where the bees make wine Build me a home with hammers of rain Leave me a simple life I'd never stay here if I could leave I wouldn't waste my time I'm sick of the sun How heavy she lays nails to a crimson sky Home, where we go To bury blood and stone I found a heart that I couldn't break No matter how I tried Oh, the blossom is bare, brittle and pale Thrown in a crimson tide Home, where we go To carry blood and stone Home, where we go Will you bury me back home?