To the crowd, to the world
You were so dry and with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
You were so dry and with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood to wash on you
It's here I'll be with you
Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
Till the Sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood to wash on you
It's here I'll be with you
Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
Till the Sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your Moon away
I'll bleed like the reed, fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you.
When you blow your Moon away
I'll bleed like the reed, fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you.
- "I'll Fall With Your Knife", Peter Murphy
