Wings of the Ark Lyrics

Throughout, over and over, constant like an utterance in loop
Those lines were growing above our heads,
infecting the skies that adorned our childhood plays
turning us into vertigo steps on a consumed rope.

I'd rather be a shimmering spectre than a suffering kid,
to irradiate dying ones before their last breath,
fly gently on nervous smokers outside the hospital
and recount stories to the people in the corridors, just to give'em another distraction than getting on and off the stairs.

I'm watching the world slumping down behind a fogged window, unable to move.
My vanishing shadow ends where the sun turns grey,
onto a castle of sad memories, where my inner rage becomes abandonment.
We made this ark to have a safe refuge
We made these wings to reach the sky and paint it blue again.