Black the Sun - Daniel Tompkins, Bruce Soord

High above, I found you so stolen and stunned

Your wounded wings undone

And now you fell to thistled bed

A crown of black upon your head

Your wings so tattered, paper frail

Quiet stabs your whipping tail

Far away

Far away, high above

We’re spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

But soft I see, what dark through hearts is breaking now?

Arise and kill the sun and moon and stars

The prophet never sings without the promises

She testifies to wash her hands of ours

Far away

Far away, high above

We’re spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

Oh mother night, let down your wings

Surround me in your warm invite

Take my hand, release your breath

Beneath my covers, softly you forget

Far away, high above

We’re spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me

Far away, high above

We’re spiraling away and black the sun

With vicious circles in spite of me