Burglar's Flight

In a pub in Devonshire Just before the sun had died Swallowed by the ocean To bleed and paint the sky I was baptised by a steampunk Indian with long black mane I used to be a pigeon Now white falcon is my name I run on jaded hilltops Heart beating in my chest By creeks in misty valleys I lay me down to rest In the shire in the west I ran barefoot in the meadows Clouds of morning rain Caught by cobweb castles I'll never be the same Cause in these old yew tree forests I let my twin soul slip away Someday it will return And bring tidings of a brighter day I run on jaded hilltops Heart beating in my chest By creeks in misty valleys I lay me down to rest It was me and Cristopher Patchy Both detested by society And the world felt so precious and rare Two burglars in the dragons lair To take back what's been taken there Cause it was me and Cristopher Patchy And the nightingale sang in our trail Soaring through the starry night The conjuring of the morning light Paved the path of the burglar's flight Yes the morning light lit my way And promised me yet another day