The falconer is sitting on
His summer sand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silver cages
And with a silver din arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silver traces erase
My empty pages

The falconer is sitting on
His summer sand at dawn
Beside his singing silver waves
And his dancing rebel race
 [bad word] ahead of timeless time
sound inside my candle light

Father child
Angels of the night
Silver frame my candlelight

Father child
Angels of the night
Silver frame my candlelight

The falconer is sitting on
His summer sand at dawn
Unlocking flooded silver cages
And with a silver din arise
All the lovely faces
And the lovely silver traces erase
My empty pages