Five thousand black winged angels descend, Do you belive we are nearing the end, Time to sing in th' dead of night, Feathers pray as they drink their last flight. Blackbirds fall from the sky, Through our wings you ask why, Why I lie to believe But I'm not that naive Shattered dreams have turned her sour, We want nothing and we want no power Wasting time tryig to find the truth We'll only win when we've nothing to lose Blackbirds fall from the sky Through our wings you ask why Doesn't fill me with sorrow If this means no tomorrow I'm bright far from the tree, Shake her love by the beat In you body right through the tree And then you'll catch your relief I'm bright far from the tree Shake her love by the beat In your body right through the tree And then you'll catch your relief.