Bring em back on the dead feathers
We once left for the falling birds
Bring them back all of the others
Someone fed them some holy words
I stand rigid and stony
At the hand that holds the sky
Tight out spell me the money
That leaves out of your lies
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow
Throw them back on the dead corpses
We once held close in our arms
Throw them back, back where they started
We danced naked for the stars
I stand rigid and stony
And the hand that holds the sky
Right out spare me some money
That leaves out of these lies
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow