Left all my clothes out in the rain,

And they don’t feel the same.

As colour fades to hues of muted gray,

I can’t tell night from day.

My love I’ve tried, I’ve tried to write to you,

But paper soaks right through.

Woken by the sparrows,

With oil on their wings,

I can’t stand the sorrow it brings,

When they start to sing.

(Where) can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

and reach the light that filters through the leaves.

Where can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

and reach the light that filters through the leaves.

Angels draped in shadow,

Shrouded by a storm,

Of disheveled feathers, off-white,

Unsettled tonight.

Floating in the water,

But I don’t feel the cold,

As I hear these stories, untold,

worth their weight in pure gold.

Where can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

to reach the light that filters through the leaves.

Where can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

to reach the light that filters through the leaves.

Where can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

to reach the light that filters through the leaves.

Where can I find peace of mind and

dry this blood that’s on my thigh?

I’ll try to climb this dying tree

to reach the light that filters through.