Woods of Birnam - Nightingale

almost looking happy
blood is dropping from my wounds
it is all I bare
and all that you can see eludes

circling and forgetting
hands of paper, hands of stone
touching one another
oating into one

from these smiling lips I’m
picking owers in the sun
fragile as two wings we’re
sowing, tending the unknown

I’m the darkest forest
shadowless, what’s rushing in
like a rocket spinning
for you I’m giving in

the moth kills the light
the day kills the night
when black swallows white
when black swallows white

love is here and now /
is the only thing that ́s right

is the only thing that ́s right

Written by:
Christian Friedel, Ludwig Bauer, Uwe Pasora, Philipp Makolies, Christian Grochau, Armin Petras, O.L.A.F. OPAL

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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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