/ the birds fly out
headbutting clouds
lost in sights of the city of gleam
/ the paving stones
suppress their sighs
as streets burn out from their trees
/ the steps of dead resound
the cristal maze
with grass above and skylights upon fields
/ a path was left within
the iron town
our feet weigh down us from floating downstream
/ we're struck by angels' cries
and songs of love
that heaven's throat so annoyingly weeps
/ but running far from them
across the bridge
our hands can't reach and we fall
/ amiss the riverbed
where gathered lovers' death
/ befalls
//
/ this man lifts you up and i
and turns away
then drops his tape
and his wings