Wounded Wings (feat. Plini)

Far away, high above Far away, high above High above I found you so stolen and stunned Your wounded wings undone Far away, high above We're spiralling 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 spiralling 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 Why won't you, why won't you forget? Far away, high above We're spiralling away and black the sun With vicious circles in spite of me In spite of me