lift the wheels up from the roadway
close your sparrow's glassy eyes
are those dead diamonds baby
or are they stars gone to sleep
so low that you might miss me
so low that you might miss me
to wear the hallowed crown
to haunt the hollow trees
what from heaven's tongue is heard
so low that you might miss me
to wear the hallowed crown
to haunt the hollow trees
to wear the hallowed crown
to haunt the hollow trees