The Darkling Thrush Lyrics

Stirring the silence
A screech, a sound
Withered leaves weave
And break against the graves

Mazes -
Places so sweet
Thrust upon the bolted bins
The discarded carefully sort
On corners
Faded florals
And green signs
on grey gallows
Sorting the black veins
That push the steel blood
Through this city

Memories
On every corner
A Shadow
In this city-
Tirelessly, effortlessly awake
Tirelessly, effortlessly awake

To see the sun
To feel this rage
What will set my heart ablaze?
Anchored, in the
Brackish lake
What branch can be reached?
To meet the golden day
And make happiness come back again?

Evening sky,
Light upon the leaves
Sentimental visions
A hideous derision-
It's war that makes decisions