Lyrics Black the Sun - Daniel Tompkins, Bruce Soord

Black the Sun

High above, I found you so stolen and stunned
Your wounded wings undone
And now you fell to thistled bed
A crown of black upon your head
Your wings so tattered, paper frail
Quiet stabs your whipping tail
Far away
Far away, high above
We’re spiraling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me
But soft I see, what dark through hearts is breaking now?
Arise and kill the sun and moon and stars
The prophet never sings without the promises
She testifies to wash her hands of ours
Far away
Far away, high above
We’re spiraling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me
Oh mother night, let down your wings
Surround me in your warm invite
Take my hand, release your breath
Beneath my covers, softly you forget
Far away, high above
We’re spiraling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me
Far away, high above
We’re spiraling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me