The greatest marvel in the world,
Is that we seem to forget,
That our days are numbered;
We're sailing a sinking ship.
I've got this crow on my shoulder,
With feathers as black as the night.
One day I'll ride his midnight wings,
Through the veils to another life,
Through the veils to another life
And I'll wait for the day,
No I won't, I won't be afraid
To return back to everything,
To the source from which I came
From which I came,
From which I came
The branches will lose their leaves,
As the rain returns to the sea
I'll be like a snowflake,
Disappearing into the breeze,
Disappearing into the breeze,
Disappearing into the breeze
