Lyrics
Who should bind themselves to joy
Would it's winged life destroy
Those who kiss it flying by
Live in eternal sunrise
But what am I?
Why should I wait here?
Knocking at your door
Pulling at your sleeves
Walking on your shores
Maybe I should trust you?
When you call out to me
Desperate all my life
Tangled up in you
Sycophant, sycophant— blessings!
And I know that I should let you go
But I'm hungry hearted and on the floor
The sweet perfume of your afterglow
Casts a spell on me always more
Wakes me up from my deepest sleep
Alive to your fragrant mystery
Cascade through my history
And still you say: I should let this go?
Sycophant, sycophant— blessing!
At the edge of the world
Off the lip of it's curve
A raven will return
Flying over earth
Then off the edge the cliff
In the mouth of the bird
A circle song returns
Comforting the world