Wrap me in sheets of felt-tip clouds
A bullet proof vest will do for now
I’ve taken a fall and hardly made a sound
Shot in the air amongst the skies
With pigeons made of clay chirping lullabies
I’d sing in my sleep if only restless lies
Would pay the price

And this whisper
Fell over the crowd
This whisper, this whisper
It cried out loud.

We fall down
Only to rise again
We fall down
And beat the ground to death

I’ve taken a stance
And I’m standing by
Maybe one day these will codify
Permanence pleads with God
To spare its life
May I impose
Against your will
That you refrain from counting
Each and every innocent kill

Wrap me in sheets of felt-tip clouds
I’ve taken a fall and hardly made a sound.