I want to take a break from heartache,
Drive away from all the tears I've Cried.
I'm a wasteland down inside.
In the crawlspace under heaven,
In the landscape of a wounded heart, I don't know where to start.
But the wild geese of Mary pierce the darkness with a song
And a light that I've been running from and running for so long.
As their feathers spin their stories I can still cling to my fears,
Or I can run, but they come along and we both disappear
Just like all...
All these broken angels, all these tattered wings, all these things
Come alive in me.
An empty frame against the madness,
Like the fence line holds the fog at bay, it's gonna roll in anyway.
Draw the curtain across heaven,
Cut the sky, a cold coyote moon kills the season off too soon.
Are they sparks or are they embers, fireflies or falling stars?
Are they fireworks that backfired? Will they leave a scar?
Are they evening murmurations that make me wish that I could fly,
Or are they just trespassing satellites intersecting my night sky
Just like all...
All these broken angels, all these tattered wings, all these things
Come alive in me. All these broken...
All these broken angels, all these scary things, all these dreams
Are alive in me.
Are they sparks or are they embers, fireflies or falling stars?
Are they fireworks that backfired? Will they leave a scar?
Are they evening murmurations that make me wish that I could fly,
Or are they just trespassing satellites intersecting my night sky
Just like all...
All these broken angels, all these tattered wings, all these things
Come alive in me.
All these broken...
All these broken angels, all these scary things, all these dreams
Are alive in me.
All these broken
All these broken angels