I feel it never ends We've got so many faces We just can't do without Falling into pieces The burnt-winged never land They go straight into heaven And surely God will ask them Why they let this happen Yet once the bits and pieces form again a new me Timeless feathery sounds will draw their colours on me Don't mind the gap: What needs to fall That will fall under And sure the purest flower will survive the thunder So you find her It never ends I feel it never ends We got so many faces