Текст песни Mourning Dove - Alysari

I can't remember crying harder than I did that night
Wailing and weeping, and praying that I'd die
Lament at the hand I'd been dealt
Covered mouth to keep silent
Wondering if all the time in the world was enough
For me to mourn longer than the mourning dove

Music is pain spread out like feathers
A blanket of flight, a downy bed of heather
For me to fall only and sing into lowly
Maybe that's why the dove, she cries
And the crow, he crows
And the hawk, he screams for he knows
Sound is flight into healing

The moon made the room blue
I had a crater in my chest, the ache of unrest
The birth of an angel and the stir of remembrance
Lungs burned with coals
And words that keep temperance, temperance, temperance, oh

And I think of it often: I'm living in my coffin
Wondering if all the time in the world is enough
For me to mourn longer than the mourning dove

I am a sponge for harm and for violence
Killing me inwards with stone dead silence
For me to fall only and swallow words wholly
Maybe that's why, the dove, she cries
And the crow, he crows, and the hawk, he screams for he knows
Sound is flight into healing