Abyss of Birds

Stars on shabby old trap Ain't stars that are in the sky. Laughing all the way home To splashing washroom music. Tight as close as could be To the sacred heart of love. Man's mother's old enemy Sends his forward soldiers. Let our children learn From our past mistakes. Leafless trees shall burn. They've got nothing what it takes. I believe in everything that comes out of your Hearts to me. They shall all behold the face of God, My God. I believe to every word of those who far Peace from discord. They shall all be called the sons of God. I hear the aviary birds. Their tunes are so unearthly. They drown the sounds of our crimes and exalt The words of our prayers. Tight as close as could be To the sacred heart of love. Man's mother's old enemy Sends his forward soldiers. Let our children learn From our past mistakes. Leafless trees shall burn. They've got nothing what it takes. I believe in everything that comes out of your Hearts to me. They shall all behold the face of God, My God. I believe to every word of those who far Peace from discord. They shall all be called the sons of God, My God. I believe in everything that comes out of your Hearts to me. They shall all behold the face of God, My God. I believe to every word of those who far Peace from discord. They shall all be called the sons of God.