Everlasting Sigh

Sighing on the embers of a fire

That must be allowed to die

The bed of coal, it must run cold in time

But your body heat brings life

Crying in a river running dry

Made your eyes a clouded sky

But if you're a god

Made from a God

Made from a god

Let your whispered word be divine

If vultures can be soul birds, let it die

Leaning on the everlasting sigh

Creator, you create monstrous men

From the ink that clots your pen

Running on a sentence that must end

So your bones can rise again

If vultures can be soul birds, let it die

Leaning on the everlasting sigh