Be still Bird of winter prey Lay down Your faster thinning frame
Be gone The salting of the wound Return The harvest we once knew
We're more than just the blood of what we've done We're more than just the blood of what we've done
Dry mouth The water soon will rise New birds Will feather up the sky
Shake until they pass What words of them will last
We're more than just the blood of what we've done We're more than just the blood of what we've done Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes We're more than just the blood of what we've done