All the time left in our world
I would spend it lying here
Simple orchard painted black
When your wings of light unfurl
The first black of dawn appears
And our planet went away
Your crest of curls and tangled thorns
Chokes the flowers of our youth
Yet reveals their golden fruit
And as our love lies burnt and torn
I forgive a faith forlorn
Nothing I know can strike me down
Farewell to my bones' unrest
Cause your storm has said it best
Through the wind your voice will sing
I'll hear it everywhere I go
I feel the blood run from my breast
Cause your storm has said it best
Through the wind my voice will sing
You'll hear it even when I go

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN