Dancing in the still of winter
The May Queen prays for sun
Writes upon her dead horse carousel
A diary of sorrows
And it seems a stranglehold on her yesterday
Is slipping away
The allure of all that shimmers on
Sparks a tinder's dying flames
Her bated breath obscures the view
Through windows to a garden
Being tended to by sparrows
Perched upon the wither
Pleading with rain gods
To come wash her sins away
She thought she'd never make it back again
This storm is dying
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sun of all you'll ever
Means all was never in your hands
There's a tattered man with a guitar in his hand
That gently weeps from his dying soul
Drifters pay no mind and pass by
Like shadows of the crows
Missionary, sanctuary
Testifies with borrows words
Singing haunting melodies
But no one's listening anymore
This crow knows when to fly away
From places nothing ever grows
In his dreams awaits a lady
Of the sparrows
Losing your way home
The quicksand it pulls you under
You thought you'd never make it back again
Here you stand to wonder
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Seems strangely silent
The sum of all you'll ever be
Was never in your hands
Tell me why must you bring what I can't bear
What I can't hold, what I can't carry?
Why should I bow before a man
With his blood on my hands?
We are what we are, what we always were
What we will always be
Beyond what we hold in our hands
Is just endless surrender
As I close my eyes I fade away
I hear voices say, remnants of yesterday, all fades away
When the darkness comes, in the light of day
And it's always near, wish I could wish it away, I fade away
As I lay me down, I fade away
How we learn to trust, how we learn trust betrays, I fade away
As I pone my eyes I look away
How we learn in love sometimes our love can stray, blue turns to gray
As I close my eyes I can hear the rain
All the things they say, heavy your words can weigh, I fade away
And how soon we forget the blessed lives we're given
And how late we regret the lies we're living
The sins of those before you
Winds of change, the wrath of another
Waves of you in still waters
In your hand, sometimes never
And if you find that songbird in your heart
Alive with rapture
The sum of all of your years
All was never in your hands
Never in your hands my friend
It was never ever in your hands