Black the Sun

High above, I found you so stolen and stunned Your wounded wings undone And now you fell to thistled bed A crown of black upon your head Your wings so tattered, paper frail Quiet stabs your whipping tail Far away Far away, high above We're spiraling away and black the sun With vicious circles in spite of me But soft I see, what dark through hearts is breaking now? Arise and kill the sun and moon and stars The prophet never sings without the promises She testifies to wash her hands of ours Far away Far away, high above We're spiraling away and black the sun With vicious circles in spite of me Oh mother night, let down your wings Surround me in your warm invite Take my hand, release your breath Beneath my covers, softly you forget Far away, high above We're spiraling away and black the sun With vicious circles in spite of me Far away, high above We're spiraling away and black the sun With vicious circles in spite of me