Soulmotor By The Sound Of Her Wings
Her garden's filled with blackbirds
And her eyes are full of rain
She comes singing softly to me
Whispering my name
Her brow is crowned with mourning
And her lips are kissed with fate
She comes riding on a nightmare
With the darkness in her wake
And in my final hour
And on my final day
I'll know she's coming for me
By the sound of her wings
Her left hand's filled with ashes
And her right hand's full of dust
Shes comes laughing through the numbness
To wake me with a touch
Her bed is made of secrets
And endless woven dreams
She'll come trembling on the moonlight
When at last she comes to me
And in my final hour
And on my final day
I'll know she's coming for me
By the sound of her wings
All my days are grains in an hourglass
Every tear and every fear all must pass
And in my final hour
And on my final day
I'll know she's coming for me
By the sound of her wings
