Turn Loose the Doves
How's the air up there? With the faithless and aborted souls
And when the worms carried it away
Did you cry? Did you feel? Did you see me pray?
To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night
Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings
Turn loose the doves and listen to the morning chorus start to sing
Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you
My muse, I never wanted this to fall apart
Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds
And when we glance down upon our shrine
There's no viol, violet, and no vine
Nor rays from holy heaven bright
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light?
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld
Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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