Sheathed Wings - Dan Deacon

You made them with your own hands' eyes

Shape shoots the arrow in the sky and (?)

The wings lose right to the side

And when we feed the light, we die

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You see the leaf heads bleeding slowly

You ask the moon, it understands

You stamp the edge of the desert, screaming

You watch the sky turn into sand, turn into sand, turn into

When we die all the way,

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And when we see the lake, we die

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