Be still
Bird of winter prey
Lay down
Your faster thinning frameBe gone
The salting of the wound
Return
The harvest we once knewWe're more than just the blood of what we've done
We're more than just the blood of what we've doneDry mouthThe water soon will rise
New birds
Will feather up the skyShake until they pass
What words of them will last
We're more than just the blood of what we've done
We're more than just the blood of what we've done
Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes
We're more than just the blood of what we've done