All the highs are downwards
All your fumbled words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friends
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My God
When our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
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Like a bird that flees the cold
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
My God
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