Nightingale

Your song through dead of night
An echo through the dark
What should I make of this
And the beating of my heart
A requiem to warn or
A lullaby to calm
The cadence of a choice
Or a decision wrong

What feathers fall
From broken wings
Do demons call
Or angels sing

You left a scar on me
That runs across my hands
Down through my fingertips
And guiding each advance
Though barely we have met
Your silhouette is burned
Into the eyes I've shut
Around every corner turned

What feathers fall
From broken wings
Do demons call
Or Angels sing

What feathers fall
From broken wings
Do demons call
Or Angels sing

What feathers fall
Do demons call