There's a [?] a gory sun/song[?]
That the crow descends upon
Hear the call a dream in white
As we hold the dime
Hold the dime
The night is gone
Hold the air
The song
[?]
And the birds are singing
Low
They return
Return to one[?]
And to none do they
Belong
Sorrows dance
A cold delight
As they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the ocean's tongue
The flames are drowned
The beast is done
And the birds are singing
On