Many moons ago I found her voice was all that it would take to forget everything that came before I had an angel with a dagger on my back.
Who stole my breath with a single word and gave me wings when she left my side.
"Awake", that's what I hear.
But the wind tells so many lies.
My mistake and I never would believe that her voice was a temple on its own, where she stole my breath before I spoke and gave me wings where I had her knife.
Go and tell the moon I arrived, without tears in my eyes.
Go and tell the rain to fall down, while I dream for a while.
Go and ask the wind, why he lied.
So I understood: her temple was a broken truth.
Many moons ago I believed, her voice was sure to make me bleed.
But I've been deaf for a while, and my thoughts they are loud and unkind to whom stole my breath with a single word and gave me wings where I had her knife.
Go and tell the moon I arrived, without tears in my eyes.
Go and tell the rain to fall down, while I dream for a while.
Go and tell the moon I arrived, without tears in my eyes.
Go and tell the rain to fall down, while I dream for a while.
Go and ask the wind, why he lied.
While I take her wings to the floor, while I take her wings to the floor and I'll be gone for evermore.