Bootblacks - Birds Lyrics

I dwell in possablity
With malice and civilized hands
Sweet regret, ivory eyes regret
A horizons last breath

Children hide away on distant shores
Wander gather paradise
These myth are meant to touch
These myths are meant to touch
So pull the curtains tight

Sirens they burn in front of me

Lost cities they play hide and seek
Remembered in suspended scenes
Wasteful kings are meant to sleep
Wasteful kings are meant to sleep
So wipe the ashes from your eyes

Sirens they burn in front of me