as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed
feathers and fear
over a world in greed
we watch with our hands
soft and ready to kill
for whatever we love
or the secrets we seal

collapsed in the same
cull de sack of the mind
thoughts linger alone
in the land of the blind
we never surrender
when sick and in love
become pure and tender
in God’s hand a dove

and good lies in bad
when the worse fills our hope
are you ready to die?
are you ready to cope?

without knowing how
you can never succeed
so release your birds
so your clouds can bleed

or

as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed
feathers and fear
over a world in greed
we watch with our hands
soft and ready to kill
for whatever we love
or the secrets we seal

collapsed in the same
cull de sack of the mind
thoughts linger alone
in the land of the blind
we never surrender
when sick or in love
become pure and tender
in God’s fist a dove

and good lies in bad
when the worse fills our hope
are you ready to die?
are you ready to cope?
are you ready to give?
are you ready to take?
I’m checking my time
and is almost too late

so pardon my French when I
turn 'round and say
despair is for sissies
'I did it my way'