Flight کے بول

My empty eyes and weakened gaze, remove me from the sky sipping night and tasting tears, of stars that always cry the journey ends and paths unfold I danced with death and smiled I fear her kiss no longer for now I am her child if I should die before I wake, may sleep become my tomb let death become my muse, my bed within her womb my shaded eyes and sharpened gaze sipping light and tasting dreams my empty eyes and weakened gaze, remove me from the sky sipping night and tasting tears, of stars that always cry the jurney ends and paths unfold I danced with death and smiled I fear her kiss no longer for now I am her child if I should die before I wake, may sleep become my tomb let death become my muse, my bed within her womb