Dearest ones in an eye of a star life is brief A speck of dust from grass to leaf If on the ascendant your soul arises And doesn't contradict what your esence extemporises I've been the hermit and the love thief And paid for the privilege with tears of grief Which soon by nature circumcises This song will be brief
One day in the spring a question fell And went straight through me Do bleeding angels sing when close to tears? I need the answer So if you go before me would you let me know? If you go before me would you let me know?
One day in the year a bullet screamed And ripped straight through you And I saw the sun begin to bleed Above a flood of tears and sirens And are spirit's colour blind? So if you go before me would you let me know? If you go before me would you let me know?