Song | Lost Boys |
Artist | Shearwater |
Album | Rook |
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My blistered feet | |
Turn bloody | |
So I take to the air | |
And I am everywhere | |
I am starlight | |
Oh, I am moonlight | |
Over burning fields | |
And bodies | |
I stay close to the ground | |
Slipping miles from the arches and arc-light | |
Into a warm night | |
Winged children, all | |
Fly over the mountain wall | |
To the lid of the sky | |
Slice its belly full wide | |
With their warm knives | |
Not the pin-pricks of starlight | |
But to bathe in the bright blood | |
Of the world | |
Of the world above |