In a reign of smoke and ash
The sun is red and angry
Thirsty rivers dry and parched
Spill their dust upon me
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Blackbirds circle round the queen
To steal her shiny trinkets
When she chokes upon her feast
Every bite is lonely
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
And the king has blown to dust
Eyes glow from the shadows
Cast aside, forgotten parts
Resolved and reassembled
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
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In a reign of smoke and ash
The sun is red and angry
Thirsty rivers dry and parched
Spill their dust upon me
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Blackbirds circle round the queen
To steal her shiny trinkets
When she chokes upon her feast
Every bite is lonely
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
And the king has blown to dust
Eyes glow from the shadows
Cast aside, forgotten parts
Resolved and reassembled
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
The sun is red and angry
Thirsty rivers dry and parched
Spill their dust upon me
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Blackbirds circle round the queen
To steal her shiny trinkets
When she chokes upon her feast
Every bite is lonely
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
And the king has blown to dust
Eyes glow from the shadows
Cast aside, forgotten parts
Resolved and reassembled
Every fallen angel sings
Gliding low on broken wings
All the cracked and bleeding hearts
Emerge incisive in their art
Miraculous, mysterious life
Has a way
Of holding on
And dreaming of a day
Writer: Bruce Baldwin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid