How's the air up there? With the faithless and aborted souls

And when the worms carried it away

Did you cry? Did you feel? Did 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 stones throw from hell

Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle



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Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings

Turn loose the doves and listen to the morning chorus start to sing

Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you

My muse, I never wanted this to fall apart



Choke on the air up there, from the acid 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?

Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell

Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle



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

Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell

Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle



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