Five thousand black winged angels descend,
Do you believe we are nearing the end,
Time to sing in th' dead of night,
Fathers pray as they drink their last flight,


Blackbirds fall from the sky,
Through our wings you ask why,
Why I lie to believe,
But I'm not that naive,

Shattered dreams have turned her sour,
We want nothing and we want no power,
Wasting time trying to find the truth,
We'll only win when we've nothing to lose,


Blackbirds fall from the sky,
Through our wings you ask why,
Doesn't fill me with sorrow,
If this means no tomorrow,



I'm bright far from the tree,
Shake her love by the beat,
In your body right through the tree,
And then you'll catch your relief,
I'm bright far from the tree,
Shake her love by the beat,
In your body right through the tree,
And then you'll catch your relief.