Glory - In the sky
In my hands rowan silk blood
Stitched with threads of fire
And on the wrist arrows metered again
Way from you and to me
In the sky , in the sky , I drop my tears
Cry later, but
It makes love
As pain, like breathing, parting
In the sky , the sky
rather rise
I would , I would
Fly and stay with you, one
Just you and me.
I started all over again on the steps
Outside the wounded soul,
But the scarlet thread on his hands tied us
Game - final in which life
In the sky , the sky
I drop my tears
Cry late
But it makes love,
As pain, like breathing, separation.
In the sky , the sky
rather rise
I would , I would
Fly and stay with you, one
Only you and me
In the sky , the sky
I drop my tears
Cry late
But it makes love,
As pain, like breathing, separation.
In the sky , the sky
rather rise
I would , I would
Fly and stay with you, one
Just you and me.
