Given to Dreams
(She cried when she found it.)
It's feathers were matted and pressed to its side.
It's wings were no longer able.
Still she begged it to fly.
It's body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.
Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven.
Gently pressing its head to her heart.
The sun slips so we dance upon the image nonetheless.
The sun slips so we danced nonetheless)
[Repeat: x3]
The devil's in the daughter's room
[Repeat: x4]
There will be no second knife, will be no second knife
[Repeat: x2]
She cried when she found it
And he smiled as he watched her
She was ever so beautiful...she was ever so
[Repeat: x4]
There will be no second knife, will be no second knife
And he smiled as he watched her.
She was ever so beautiful in her sleep.
Like father (his son made in his image)
Her eyelids gently closed.
Lids concealing all of her dreams.
He stood over her bed
He stood over her bed!
([Background screaming during this verse:] One deep stab kill the hourglass)
([Background singing during this verse:] She reached for a dream)
Why god, spilling!
???, spilling,
Why god, spilling,
???, spilling,
Why god, spilling,
Why god, spilling,
Aahhh, spilling!
(Let the sand leak slowly from its body
Draw out the time until its breathes its last)
Writer/s: Adam Fisher / Fear Before the March of Flames
