when the grass can sway the way it stands
and lightness groans in pestilence
even if i'd never kept inside a name
ill never meet a match the same

there's birds of prey that keep a watch
on nightly prison guarded walks
with a feathered collar painted grey
and not one single back to pay

to think if all my mind could hear me well
i might not need this fear of hell
cars crashing into silent seas
the drowning of our enemies

the birds don't answer when i call
chose not to reach before the fall
the good ones fly when you're alone
you seem to miss me when i'm gone

i'll keep on watching far away
you won't be needing the little i saved
the grass will keep on growing tall
the swaying stills and darkness calls

you silver star in shaded breeze
it's never far from where you need
the crown inside the wishing well
death's fool held fast inside a cell

keep it coming till the end
never less than all you can
the devil barks for more than that
so keep it coming down the hatch