Blood dripping
Eyes seeing into the distance
To the stain glass cathedral
Can she be real
Cross through the space
Break out of the dream
She looks to the sky
And silently speaks
In the sound of a scream
Birds bend their necks
Something moves very fast
She hold tight
And grips her pulsating hands.
Eyes seeing into the distance
To the stain glass cathedral
Can she be real
Cross through the space
Break out of the dream
She looks to the sky
And silently speaks
In the sound of a scream
Birds bend their necks
Something moves very fast
She hold tight
And grips her pulsating hands.