Out in the cold, the dark wind blows,
the dust in the spinning swings
A howling chime comes to call
Don't sweat all the river's coming
The crescent of a white -winged dove
Shimmering in the beak of grey
We'll wait till dawn to lay down
By the remedies in the skies above
Laid in dust and made in love
Woke up melancholic, serial sadaholic
The lullabies of the free
blissfully reprise are not created on days like these
The sky's been falling in
through the cracks in the window
Strangling the voices that sing
The crescent of a white -winged dove
Shimmering in the blue -gold grey
We'll wait till dawn to lay down
Find remedies in the skies above
Light and dark, sunbathe in love,
we'll ride till dawn, tonight,