Our Wings Are Burning

	作曲 : Escarbe, London
	We fell in love, with dust in our lids
	And the pain of a severed soul
	We lowered our heads and lifted our face
	Placed our bodies in celebration
	On the lips of a mutilated man
	I carry the bones of a deformed child
	And my own polluted breath
	I speak the old man's words
	In a persuasive eloquence
	Bless the dust that hides
	This unlamented head
	On the crest of fire, our wings are burning
	How glorious the pain
	And the ways of
	God, shriek out of tune
	All is lost but hope
	On the crest of fire
	Our wings are burning
	To the wind's anthem
	All is lost but hope

	zuò qǔ : Escarbe, London
	We fell in love, with dust in our lids
	And the pain of a severed soul
	We lowered our heads and lifted our face
	Placed our bodies in celebration
	On the lips of a mutilated man
	I carry the bones of a deformed child
	And my own polluted breath
	I speak the old man' s words
	In a persuasive eloquence
	Bless the dust that hides
	This unlamented head
	On the crest of fire, our wings are burning
	How glorious the pain
	And the ways of
	God, shriek out of tune
	All is lost but hope
	On the crest of fire
	Our wings are burning
	To the wind' s anthem
	All is lost but hope