Beyond I am Bails out the stars Starting the sound of First the air goes and then the heart So was that Omega point? Just butterfly to the sun Points fingers as the graves awake The moon is dead, long live the moon And Ms. Tricky hides Beside your lying eyes The hotel snuffed in snow In the wrappers the rubble was sugar sweet Smelled of paper eyes and the lovely smoke Of the forests burning in the storms Baal storm and in the house of mercy On the airline screen pops up in prophecy So I caught in the worlds of the star makers And the fakers of grief And there was no sadness in the tractors broken Over ghost fields On the wall of grace buffeted by the Baal storm Bowed heads as sinner's turns of phrase And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood At frost or fear She was queen Apollo She was queen of gates Well, the lamb's blood's washed me clean Called me to sing Omega