Angelbird

Is this the way it's supposed to be
When riddles fall like ribbons on trees
The poet scribes his silent plea
To dig but not be digging his own gave
We're helpless, We're helpless... The angelbird is reckless
Is this the way it's supposed to feel
As golden as the bird that sings
In melodies his soul revealed
Her shelter is the shadow of his wings
We're falling, We're falling... The angelbird is calling
Is this the way it's supposed to end
The angel with the arrow leaves his mark
He flies away to a distant land
And takes with him a piece of her heart
He's flying, He's flying... The angelbird is dying

2007