In league with painted angels
Enfolded visage scarred
From catapults of stars
We are fallen

On fabricated leaflets
These borrowed pagan hearts
And accidental wars
We are fallen

Disfigured in appearance
Majestic though we are
The oracles are marred
We are fallen

Abandoned to our bleeding
Our wings so torn apart
In agony of art
We are fallen



Turn the earth
My fingers catch the cracks
I know below the skin there must be more
Move the dirt
To peel the layers back
I’m looking for the warmth within the core

Fire keeps the axis turning
Friction far below my feet
Somewhere there a heart is burning
I would dig to find your heat
We can sense your deep disturbance
I can feel the way you move
As we dance along your surface
I have not forgotten you

Turn the earth
My fingers underneath
I feel your heartbeat pulsing through my palm
I know your worth
You are a part of me
And I will be with you when I am gone