Turn Loose The Doves

How's the air up there with the faithless and aborted souls?
And when the worms carried it away
Could you cry, could you feel, could you see me pray?
To gods and demons, all alike
To those who would lend an ear that night
Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly

Halfway to heaven, yet a stone's throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle

Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing
Anthems of loss, all for you... they're all for you
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart

Choke on the air up there from the acrid and reviled clouds
And when we glance down upon our shrine
There's no viol, violet— and no vine...
Nor rays from holy heaven, bright
Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light?

We've strayed from this light...

Halfway to heaven, yet a stone's throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle

Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing
Anthems of loss, all for you... they're all for you
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart

Scarlet drenched and song-less birds, deliver us from the underworld
Scarlet drenched and song-less birds, deliver us from the underworld

Halfway to heaven, yet a stone's throw from hell
Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle

Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings
Turn loose the doves and listen to the mourning chorus start to sing
Anthems of loss, all for you... they're all for you
My muse, I never wanted—
Anthems of loss, all for you... they're all for you
My muse, I never wanted this to fall, this to fall apart!