Woven Birds
๐ต 943 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:47 duration
๐ ID: 314968
๐ Lyrics
The plaza in the village
Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Even the swallows have spring
All the blossoms are burried
'Neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corrider crawls fear
Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned
Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit
'Neath a suffering sky
Those who have stayed, keep a flame
In memory of the fallen
And pass on the old rites despite the risk
But many more have left here
On mended broken wings
Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye
But you protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one
Numbers come out of the woodwork
Corious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air
A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain
And the swallows return
As the mission bells ring
Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
Even the swallows have spring
All the blossoms are burried
'Neath the waste
Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corrider crawls fear
Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned
Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit
'Neath a suffering sky
Those who have stayed, keep a flame
In memory of the fallen
And pass on the old rites despite the risk
But many more have left here
On mended broken wings
Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye
But you protest not to give up as give in
Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one
Numbers come out of the woodwork
Corious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air
A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain
And the swallows return
As the mission bells ring
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.09] The plaza in the village
[00:10.37] Where mission bells used to ring
[00:15.50] Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
[00:26.43] Even the swallows have spring
[00:31.01] All the blossoms are burried
[00:36.72] 'Neath the waste
[00:46.28] Out of the shadows grow hatred
[00:50.60] Along the corrider crawls fear
[00:56.25] Crushed by the promise of hope
[01:00.15] That never returned
[01:06.05] Watched with a hawk's trained eye
[01:10.55] Trees grow silent fruit
[01:20.79] 'Neath a suffering sky
[01:29.52] Those who have stayed, keep a flame
[01:37.72] In memory of the fallen
[01:44.03] And pass on the old rites despite the risk
[01:52.48] But many more have left here
[01:56.83] On mended broken wings
[02:07.60] Turning to see your reaction
[02:11.02] A tear drop fills your eye
[02:16.53] But you protest not to give up as give in
[02:26.88] Heading straight for the wreckage
[02:31.47] Picking up a shovel and a hoe
[02:36.65] Start putting back the bricks one by one
[02:46.49] Numbers come out of the woodwork
[02:51.53] Corious to see the rebirth
[02:56.47] Above the swollen clouds
[03:00.76] A strange sound fills the air
[03:10.75] A silence never heard
[03:20.73] Falling like blessed rain
[03:27.95] And the swallows return
[03:31.94] As the mission bells ring
[03:46.90]
[00:10.37] Where mission bells used to ring
[00:15.50] Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
[00:26.43] Even the swallows have spring
[00:31.01] All the blossoms are burried
[00:36.72] 'Neath the waste
[00:46.28] Out of the shadows grow hatred
[00:50.60] Along the corrider crawls fear
[00:56.25] Crushed by the promise of hope
[01:00.15] That never returned
[01:06.05] Watched with a hawk's trained eye
[01:10.55] Trees grow silent fruit
[01:20.79] 'Neath a suffering sky
[01:29.52] Those who have stayed, keep a flame
[01:37.72] In memory of the fallen
[01:44.03] And pass on the old rites despite the risk
[01:52.48] But many more have left here
[01:56.83] On mended broken wings
[02:07.60] Turning to see your reaction
[02:11.02] A tear drop fills your eye
[02:16.53] But you protest not to give up as give in
[02:26.88] Heading straight for the wreckage
[02:31.47] Picking up a shovel and a hoe
[02:36.65] Start putting back the bricks one by one
[02:46.49] Numbers come out of the woodwork
[02:51.53] Corious to see the rebirth
[02:56.47] Above the swollen clouds
[03:00.76] A strange sound fills the air
[03:10.75] A silence never heard
[03:20.73] Falling like blessed rain
[03:27.95] And the swallows return
[03:31.94] As the mission bells ring
[03:46.90]