Be still
Bird of winter prey
Lay down

Your faster thinning frame

Be gone

The salting of the wound
Return
The harvest we once knew


We're more than just the blood of what we've done
We're more than just the blood of what we've done


Dry mouth
The water soon will rise

New birds
Will feather up the sky


Shake until they pass
What words of them will last


We're more than just the blood of what we've done
We're more than just the blood of what we've done
Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes

We're more than just the blood of what we've done